155. October 6, 2010 (wed.)
We're having a
tiny meeting
Mini set-list business, really
Board forces a vote for sushi, udon
Tariffs and hot stone gestures of thanks
Treyf topics ahead, gristly jokes
To leave on guests' plates at the next dinner show
.
One-woman zine sweatshop
All the
sad white girlsSewing up their abdominal aortas
After
pulling novels outWe're all medicated now
That we have 2's in our ages adding weight
To the three miles of sky on our backs
Licking Rx lipstick off our teeth
As we write away the "
zombie virus"
Interim years where we couldn't
Write and not writing killed our nerve
The nerves in our fingertips
Too-long nails toppling inkpots
Onto maps-- un-elaborate ancient Egyptian
Irrigation plans, a way out
Of our mind collapse
+Bonus poem! from my in-workshop dada exercise of collaging books (medical & hippy self-help amazing!)-- writing by word removal. felt a bit like i was reading army documents when i was done blacking things out.
The excrectory system
Holy always
the philosopher's quest/ion
in my blood
Hopes love bad morals
A swinging pelvis bakes
spiced food
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