The Poetry of pansy bradshaw
My dear friend pansy bradshaw is a widely published poet, co-author of the best-selling travel guide (“Betty and Pansy’s Severe Queer Review of San Francisco”), notorious queer activist, highly regarded child-care professional (walking literally, in the footsteps of Sacagawea), preacher and hospice chaplain. He is a native of Miami, Florida but lives now in Dillon, Montana. We have collaborated on several pieces and there is more to come…..
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domestik 1
a poem lyke a house a home a cave & a wall a poem lyke the wall of a house lyke red ochre lyke the print of a childs palm dimmly lit by fire reflektid in the eyes of animals & of people who live there…
-p.b. copyright, 4.march.2001 by pansy bradshaw
domestik 2
there are eggs in the house gatherd frum the store & not stolen frum a hen as in the olden tymes the eggs come home in the bak of the car after shopping the mother makes pancakes with the eggs & the flour & the milk all bought frum the store & not harvestd frum the field & not milked frum a cow as in olden tymes as in olden tymes the mother makes pancakes & a small boy eats them with syrup & a fork & the nanny wonders the nanny always wonders through it all how many pancakes did our ancestors drop into the fire how many pancakes burned in the fire be4 understanding they needed an iron pan & that gas flames were better than cave fires made from anything that might burn
-p.b. copyright 5.march.2001 by pansy bradshaw
domestik 3
& wat of the animals are there animals in the house are there animals in the field sometymes there is a dog there are horses too & in the warm wet spring you can smell the horses & the wooly mammoth which used to roam in the field outside the entrance to the cave though the dog which is only there sometymes stays in the mudroom except during parties when the dog & not the horses is permitted to socialize but never never ever the wooly mammoth
-p.b. copyright 5.march.2001 by pansy bradshaw
domestik 4
there is always musik there in the house there is a piano though we did not have a piano when we lived in the cave there are guitars which were not in the cave there is a stereo too & none of these were in the cave & people in the house are always singing always singing the same as when we were in the cave & the wild beast which lurked outside the caves entrance was that the wooly mammoth with fire reflektd in its eyes & even the door of the house makes musik when the people kome home & when the people go out even the door makes musik
-p.b. copyright 5.march.2001 by pansy bradshaw
domestik 5
saying gudbye in the house was hard enough saying gudbye in the house was painful enough after the lights went out when his light went out lyke a shooting star wich the nanny saw frum the caves entrance the boys mother bathed the man with warm water in a large glass bowl & a soft cloth after the shooting star arched across the midnight sky & the men drank their koffee blak & the men were somber & then she sed gudbye & the baby too sed gudbye & we stood in the yard & on the steps & on the drive & we sed gudbye together & we sang songs together & the wooly mammoth lumberd away singing sad sorrowful songs -p.b. copyright 5.march.2001 by pansy bradshaw
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4 sex werks
1. posess the serpent fire & extacy wisdom most delerious
2. pray lover open your temple & tongue the dragon
3. eat the explosion precious venom colour me paradise
4. embracing we disolve in streams as ungathered manna to be consumed
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