.....................................................................................................Medusa Gets A Haircut

............................................................................................Alice Recalls Her Meadow

boring anecdotal comment: several years later Lewis Carroll met Alice again,

and noted in his journal, "I found her much changed."

***

..........................................................................................I Got A Little Involved

...................................................................................Wedding Reception

.................................................................................You Are Grey, Blue and Orange
.................................................................................If You Lived Here, You'd Be Home Now

..............................................................................That Was A Stupid Remark

....................................................................The Animals Have Entered The Convent

..........................................................................This Is Where I Get Off

............................................................................I Wouldn't Want To Scare You

..................................................................................My Ex-Boyfriend Has A Gun

.....................................................................................Future, present, Past

.........................................................................Come Down and See Us Sometime

......................................................................................Everyone's Doing It

..................................................................This Picture Looks Good. But Could It Survive An Arguament?

...................................................................Alfred Hitchcock was Swedish. The Geography of Innocence

...........................................................................Piccasso Was A Rich Bastard. And He Wasn't as Good as Me!

...........................................................................................Voodoo Funeral, North of England

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................................................................................The Martian Sociologists Couldn't Believe Their Look

I love children, but I can never finish a whole one.

She was a real show-stopper. I said, Bad night, I've been a wonderful audience.

What's the capitol of Hope, Massachusetts?
Don't know, never been there.

Call me a visionary.
Call me a utopian dreamer. And it won't be in our life-times.
But I can forsee a time
when blondes, and brunettes
can live together, in harmony, side by side
with me.

Even God said, Fuck you, you're on your own.

what did Dylan say, about "the old folks' home, in the college"?

Tongues are furniture waiting for music.

Dignity is the opposite of need

There's a lot of ginseng in China.
And there's a lot of money in Paul Allen's cunt.
And the lumbermill is still standing
and the roof is still sloping

She worked graveyards for Jet Blue.
She helped to get all the wheelchairs onto the aeroplanes.

*

Well, I guess that's the end of the show. See you at the VA Hospital
Thankyou all for coming.
And to those of you who didn't come, thankyou for faking it.

(Clap your hands)

Oh, it seamed stockings there's time for one more:

Jealousy is hope

A lemon left in the sun is famous for borrowing tulips to cover it's private parts, which are stored in a bank in Oklahoma that Jesse James overlooked as a small child saying to his mother "My cookies have destroyed the bridge to the next century, & now all I have is a horse-stirrup, and 16 golden princesses will ride on my back forever."

They disguised themselves as Bonnie and Clyde.
Just in time to get massacred.

All the space in the world.

A bra is for homeless gerbils to sleep in.
They also make excellent hair-ribbons.

Merlin

Found.


And I was a blue-bone castrated whip-sword
I am woman.......and the purple braids of my river have lost their plastic pipe
now I face both ways, & my whiskers wait for trains on opposite platforms
at midnight's greek fountain did you invade me & I am stone.
I am prison and bird, I am the jailor, kicking in my own teeth
I am the ribbon that shivers in longing's tree.
I am the hollow loop that you have raped with your check-book
I am the resistance of solitude when february rocks in his pipe-filled chair

& I am impregnable to all but sorrow.
My sister is the black-eyed butterfly
My sister of the reflective sunglasses
My sister whose eye-sockets have no eyes
My sister, with her blue wings, with her penis, her emotion.
I feel her spine against mine, here on the lake you call a town
here where the trees gaze across at us. Two sisters,

silent and aware.

*


For My Mother.......


Heaven last lisp elephant forgetfulness

Slides into place

Born sideways, born slippery

The dog-tired envelope of our tongues is

Hunting down the fugitive of chandeliers shaped like bulldozers

...I am empty

The turnip farm is furrowed, and the lights are on in the cabin.

My mother lives here.

My clan ................is removing..........its skin

The tulip

is opening

our legs


Bishop-

drunk

on

................................sponge

............................................................binoculars

.........................................................................................................What Star-Sign Are We?