"Ah, but Bunnie I loved you"
Kirby’s button drawers
Missy. Missy. Missy.Wait. You cancelled her because she wore… a button?
O, darlin’s Missy, Madonna, and Me are the same age.
Rock stars, punks, His Purpleness.
It’s called banging for a reason.
You expect us to be on the same page at the same time because you just decided what belongs on that page?
How many times have you heard “America First,” this month? week? day? I wish to fucking god the actual fucking war criminals, white [christian national] smiley supremacists, the really really bad ones (Stephen Miller, her buttboys) who have others dig their mass graves, fail to alert rescue those swept away in a Christian girl’s camp, culture assassins, wanna-be housewives of mar-a-lago
We all bring what we do to the current dailies thrust upon us of our own makin’s
We don’t always say it in the same way from where we stand meeting this day
Does this person want me/us dead. Or not.
Will they come to my rescue? Slay [for] me? The sword of no shit.
I’ve always welcomed a learning curve, a tossed line, sweet cream.
Morrissey. I’ve never expected him to be other than. An idol.
Crooner. Rock god.
And wrong. Fuck, please allow me the space to get it wrong.David Suzuki tells us, “It’s too late [baby, now, it’s too late though we really did try to make it]
“For me, what we’ve got to do now is hunker down.”
David fucking Suzuki.
I haven’t heard a death knoll as certain since Jane Jacobs Dark Age Ahead.
(Jacobs 2004. Suzuki 2025… minus equals 21/3, maybe 7 years. Remain.)
Read it then. Saw it then.
Know it now.
Knew it hearing James Baldwin, “the world is held together by the love and the passion of a very few people.”
Jimmy, smiling, chuckling with a draft and a smoke at a pub in Bowling Green, Ohio.
Baldwin, not a lived day not knowing. You? Same. Still, they wrote. Why?
Why (I mean thank you, but) Why? Why do anything?
“Hunker down kids!”
Because this fairy is a Fucking Taurus Romantic Moo-Cow Bitch.
I want that say in how and when I’m making this grand fucking exit.
If I were George Clooney, I would’ve deep kissed Mark Walhberg at
the end of that perfect storm.
Roseanne Barr did the funniest stand up I’ve ever seen in my life. Cowboy boots, hat and sparklers grinding to the Star Spangled Banner.
So she went batshit crazy. She’s gotta right. I hope she drone explodes into a fucking zillion fireworks in the sky.
Who doesn’t want to go out with a bang?!
And that’s what really really pisses me off about our current Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse…
They see no one. Not even themselves.
No attention. Not a care.
Rock Hard Criminals.
“You don’t think we do the same thing? They do to us…we do to them?”
Only with a bigger stick. God on our side.
Blood to the knees drill baby drill alligator alcatraz gulf of america clubbing real estate branding wanna-bes with a smattering of rapture-hungry true believers.
How many lives to be enrapt?
How many snuffed out in an instant this minute?
Darlin’s we all know the answer to that too.
This revolution will not be televised.
Free Palestine. Protect Trans Kids. Black Lives Matter. Climate Change Is Real.
Last dance. Last chance for love.
Hands Off My Body. Equal pay. Housing is a Right. Give peace a
Last chance for romance, tonight
world without us. Glory be.
Dance me to the end of love
May I have this dance?
La la, la lala la la, la la lala
Kirby’s newest, FAIRY, out Spring 2027 from Palimpsest Press kirbyfairy.ca
Next appearance: STEVIE MANNING Shampoo Boy Launch w/Derek McCormack & Eileen Myles 28 September at Standard Time (165 Geary Ave) Toronto TICKETS
Current read: Baldwin: A Love Story by Nicholas Boggs (FSG, 2025)
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