“Dark phrases of womanhood of never havin been a girl half-notes scattered without rhythm/no tune distraught laughter fallin over a black girl’s shoulder it’s funny/it’s hysterical the melody-lesslness of her dance don’t tell nobody don’t tell a soul she’s a dancin on beer cans and shingles
this must be the spook house another song with no singers lyrics/ no voices and interrupted solos unseen performances
are we ghouls? children of horror? the joke?...”