foto collage by Lady

Lady lost her Grand Aunt and cousin 2 weeks ago to Covid-19. We found out they were ill one day, and dead the next… mother & daughter died within 3 hours of each other in different locations.

She collaged this poem to them from Facebook fragments.

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August is Something to Behold
For Aunt Marion and Cousin Sandra

Churches turn into breweries
and breweries turn into churches
this week in the temple of the heart
First of all, my thighs
second, the wall art

For the best birthday cake recommendation
the finest curmudgeon’s permaculture trail
the first potatoes of the year
the gift of golden honey
white sunflowers and black corn

an earthworm jumps
a little thing gone wild
it writes by night

A crow brings a penny from heaven
Water rolls off a duck back’s
Keep your fingers crossed
it all works out for the best
may you forever build what you can

The tortoise was born
when the world did not yet have the telephone, photography, nor even the light bulb
thought extinct, he returned

Grandmother riots sunshine smile in the
community mural, proud homeowner
Mother tilts the mirror frame from a thrift store
Hello sweetie
The exact time lightning hits the water,
the light in me, the light in you

– Lady K, Cobbled together from phrases found on Facebook

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then she reworked that poem into this, using Jayce Renner’s cutup app https://cutuphaha.stackblitz.io/ and then massaging the result…

In the August mural

Your thighs open
Your birthday cake is made from light
Your mother tilts the thrift store mirror
the telephone rings
pennies roll from heaven
water rolls off a duck’s back
the world is born the turtle returns
the smiling week leaves its seconds
the church is a brewery
the crow brings honey
the temple is of corn
the sunflowers riot
the earthworm fingers the soil
that nurtures the potato’s heart

~ Lady K

foto collage by Lady

How to Read my Poetry

Read if and when and where you will
cuz it’s all true
and none of it matters

There was a crooked man
who walked about my poems…
now I wear his bones

Godman

Stumbled across one of my found poems… this is an error message that appeared on my computer 16 years ago, back when I was a programmer analyst for hire – have no idea what it means

sstb2:GOD

Version 31N20512 03:06559

END OF PROGRAM
sstb2:HELP GOD
USER DEFINED COMMAND FILE: GOD.DPAICMD.SYS

RUN GOD/JOLOMIZO.PUB.VESOFT
sstb2:

God’s dice