Domesticity interspersed with decadence--
238. December 28, 2010
Tuesday rakes its comically monstrous
Spoon across the bottom of
My calamari penne
Tastes like the fanciest Spaghetti-O's
In the world (the bottom inch of sauce)
No one knows how low
And incense-drenched your fear
Hiding in your own hair, ribbed beatnik sweat
-er, No i don't yet speak omniglot
i wish it wasn't so icy out, i'd drink the
Reddest wine with the best of you
.
Once a boy i really liked
The heat of backstage
Just passing him velvet-
Side out, when my bladder
Was a pincushion-- Show Time
Years later he scoffed
At my working in Borders Books--
Unpaid journalism with bouts of UPS
Shipments of late in life-collected
Three-quarter length mirrors, boudoir
Extensions and a divorce, persay--
These i was informed were the more
Honourable route, oh those small projections
Kept me mute. . .
Or am i mis-attributing
The eggplant parm sandwich
To a post-nap kidnapping
Where "jojo's having rough sex!"
Was chanted at me at report
Of loosened bed ribs
The best of bruises remain mute
.
This is to say
We were comically bitter
About being broken out
Of our snow-fortress of (cult of two)
Semi-solitude-- to be taken out
To a new favourite restaurant
Cheers, to ice melting
week35: 1
http://locksmithy.livejournal.com/tag/poem-a-day
http://poetesss.tumblr.com/PAD (a mo. !!! behind on archives, 'pologies poetesss.tumblr readers)
Tuesday rakes its comically monstrous
Spoon across the bottom of
My calamari penne
Tastes like the fanciest Spaghetti-O's
In the world (the bottom inch of sauce)
No one knows how low
And incense-drenched your fear
Hiding in your own hair, ribbed beatnik sweat
-er, No i don't yet speak omniglot
i wish it wasn't so icy out, i'd drink the
Reddest wine with the best of you
.
Once a boy i really liked
The heat of backstage
Just passing him velvet-
Side out, when my bladder
Was a pincushion-- Show Time
Years later he scoffed
At my working in Borders Books--
Unpaid journalism with bouts of UPS
Shipments of late in life-collected
Three-quarter length mirrors, boudoir
Extensions and a divorce, persay--
These i was informed were the more
Honourable route, oh those small projections
Kept me mute. . .
Or am i mis-attributing
The eggplant parm sandwich
To a post-nap kidnapping
Where "jojo's having rough sex!"
Was chanted at me at report
Of loosened bed ribs
The best of bruises remain mute
.
This is to say
We were comically bitter
About being broken out
Of our snow-fortress of (cult of two)
Semi-solitude-- to be taken out
To a new favourite restaurant
Cheers, to ice melting
week35: 1
http://locksmithy.livejournal.com/tag/poem-a-day
http://poetesss.tumblr.com/PAD (a mo. !!! behind on archives, 'pologies poetesss.tumblr readers)