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No Bunny’s Fool

April 12, 2020

 

“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

April 7, 2020

BURNINGBUSH.SUSANKIRSCHBAUM.jpg(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.

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EMERGENCY BROADCAST SYSTEM: “We Interrupt Your Regular Scheduled Program…. “

March 22, 2020

(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.

 

Easy Street

March 20, 2020

**Self portrait video of Susan Kirschbaum/Shot 1/19/2020 **Copyrighted

 

Remember when the World was flat?

When I could walk to the corner for a pack of gum

Run into a forgotten friend

A dash into a dive bar

A brew and a wink

Some pool game out back

My dark roots were showing

His fly was down

I looked away and laughed

Same way he did

When I sunk the eight ball way too soon

—  Poem by Susan Kirschbaum (**Copyright 2020)

Glamorous

February 25, 2020

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(**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)