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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 them anymore

Cause the Emergency Broadcast

Is ongoing.

 **Poem by Susan Kirscbhaum/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

BabyTrollSusanKirschbaum.jpeg

(**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)

 

 

 

(Pas Trop) Sentimental

February 11, 2020

LAMOUR.SUSANKIRSCHBAUM.jpeg(Ecrit par Susan Kirschbaum/Copyrighted 2020)

FUCKING is a sport

TO LOVE is an art

HIDING is a trick for the weak ones,

UN-EVOLVED children.

(Translation/2020)

 

 

TUTULEDGE

December 4, 2019

SUSANKIRSCHBAUMSELFPORTRAITDEC2019“Susan in Tutu”/Susan Kirschbaum barefaced self portrait/Shot December 2019 **All words and images here are copyrighted.

Shortly after I’d hatched

I found a Nutcracker

Under a Tree

On a Stage

That Captured my eyes

Then my arms; torso; legs; feet,

To become just like them

Girls who transformed

Into Snowflakes; Fairies: Queens

Arabian Seductresses

Who clicked chimes between fingers

We danced for a Prince

Who killed the Rats

Who descended en mass

The Prince was a Hoax

Those Rats….

They are Everywhere now

Yet, wth one little Tutu,

I come to life

Once more,

I am SAVED.

Post Teenage Daydream

November 23, 2019

SusanSelfie2019.jpg(Photo: Self portrait “bare faced selfie” of Susan Kirschbaum/Sept 2019)

I suspect he’s got borderline personality disorder

“You’re always leaving me…” He says

But we’re already gone…

He and I

I imagine he gets lost in his drugs

The way I get lost in ballet

I imagine he gets lost in music

Same way my father did 

Same way I get lost…

In the tales in my head

That make it to my body,

That make it to the page

We are genii, 

He and I

Protected in talents 

That no one can touch

Shields to the world

Covers to the cracks in our mirrors, 

His on the opposite side of mine,

Put them together and they shatter all illusions

So dangerous is LOVE.

**Copyrighted material

Reflechir

August 8, 2019

SusanKirschbaum2019.jpg(Photo of Susan Kirschbaum/2019) **La poeme (poem) COPYRIGHTED material.

 

J’en ai marre du peuple

J’en ai marre des gens

J’en ai marre de la bêtise

J’en ai marre d’attendre lui

Je suis crevée mais je suis toute lumière

J’habite dans le soleil

Mais je préfère la lune.

Poeme écrit par Susan Kirschbaum

 

Translation:

I am sick of ‘the People’

I am sick of people

I am sick of stupidity

I am sick of waiting for him

I am tired

But I am all light

I live in the Sun

But I prefer the Moon.