Easter Poem (with my 90 year old homegirl Mary) When one is desperate One is not much fun It’s hard to make small talk When you’re desperate When you don’t have enough to eat When you have run out of money Note I don’t contract when I talk It’s hard to be entertaining company Other than the car crash People like to watch car crashes They like to watch what’s left after a car crash Brain juice on the road Broken corpses Blood lust Just like they loved to watch public hangings The guillotine they all cheered When people were killed They jeered the condemned They like the spectacle of death A social death is quite similar To a physical death They like to watch that death too Someone broken Someone beaten down by public opinion Baying in the marketplace for blood That’s human beings & we forget that & we talk about yunno Progressive & humanitarian values & all that kind of stuff Sounds good in a meme Soun
No theme in today’s show & tell I’m tired of the Global North. I don’t want to look at photos. I just want to write my poem. & then she said & this is big: how do you take your tea? She had a beautiful body. On occasions you could see it through her clothes. Then I took the dogs for a walk & sang a song for the birds. To show them not all that’s human is scum. Best to let your guest add their own milk. I’m back. Next is a dance for the finches & wrens in the garden. Apparently you can only prepare a garden for small OR big birds. Because the two won’t co-habit. The big birds bully out the small birds. The landlord has created a garden for small birds. Either consciously or unwittingly. Anyway, I’m glad. Though I half expect Bunjil the eagle to swoop down & steal a wren, in sore need of focus. There once was a cat named Rodg & he drove a car through my house. As it was to catch a mouse. His back legs were all shot. Coz he grew up in a lab & was ge