No Bunny’s Fool
“Well, no, I don’t believe in the mythology of Jesus, but I’ll hop around for quality chocolate.” — Susan Kirschbaum (as a Bunny)
(Not the) VOX POPULI
(Poem/Photo/All Words/Images by Susan Kirschbaum/Copyright 2020.)
Hey there Moonbeam
Shining on the wall
How many places can you fall?
I find myself traveling by your light
This singular hope
In this singular night
The vampires gather
On an illuminated box
How many “likes” in this time of illusion
Lest my persona shatter into a million little pieces
Much less than the
VOX….
Populi
Populi
Populi
Can you see me?
See me.
SEE ME!
Pick the flower from the lawn
Better move fast!
Or they arrest you…
Less than six feet away
From the tree who screams (silently, but you can hear)
“It is my day now!”
Go back to your cells
Those houses
Or rooms
That know no home
In a time of mirrors
Manipulated by VOX
Vox Populi
That killed the self
That houses the soul
Who respected the sunlight enough,
To let things grow
Did you enjoy how I posed with my breasts angled upward?
Hit the button
Play the song
No fingers touch the keys,
The strings,
The bow,
The sticks,
That rhythm is all in your head
Drumming
Banging
Pounding you AWAKE!
All through the night
Following a solitary moonbeam
That questions your sanity.
(VIDEO/AUDIO RECORDING “EMERGENCY BROADCAST SYSTEM”) ORIGINAL POEM/WRITTEN & PERFORMED BY SUSAN KIRSCHBAUM (COPYRIGHT 2020) ** PHOTO OF SUSAN KIRSCHBAUM AND HER FATHER MARVIN, PHILADELPHIA, PA, AKA “PHILLY,” ONCE UPON A TIME….. (PLAY/SOUND ON!)
Text:
My insomnia is so strange now
I look up at the clock
It’s inching near 5 am
The silence questions me
Is this even real?
Are we really locked inside,
Waiting for the darkness to lift?
Is there really a Madman in the White House?
Could I possibly fall asleep to a new dawn,
Where none of this were true?
I talk to my father as if he were sitting here
“You’re caught in an illusion, kid.”
This is a test of
The Emergency Broadcast System
Anyone remember those ads?
The blaring alarm that interrupted your TV
At unreal hours,
Like now
They don’t play those anymore
Cause the Emergency Broadcast
Is ongoing.
**Poem by Susan Kirschbaum/Copyright 2020.
Glamorous
(**Photo/Mr. Troll./Susan Kirschbaum)
Sacrificed True LOVE
For blow jobs from a notorious female
Gave up FULL for empty
Sporty car exhaust
Asthma attacks
Rancid glitter
Obvious in sunlight
Doesn’t wash off
Despite numerous showers
He’s scratching it off at stop lights
Choking on it in dreams.
— POEM by Susan Kirschbaum part of a series of poems and allegories
**Copyrighted material (including photo)