79. July 20, 2010 (past tues.)
No good artist/narcissist daughter
i email mom before brushing my teeth, promise
of a phone call to come. i pronounce Ga-rage Ba(h)nd
like one who'd fancify "Tar-get" en français.
The morning recording an ambivalove
poemgives me delusions of eponymous EP's again.
i am a creepster internet lurker, when the tide is out
i detail my favourite dunes in others' poems, critique
the shoreline's choice in starfish, but in a friendly salon
manner, the chattering of saucers in ungloved hands.
i should write (for) my mother, really, but i'm sketching
cephalopods for an imaginary
cigarette ad. At 11pm
i interrupt her prelude to Princess and the Pea nocturne
(like a jerk), and wish her the happiest of birth days
while i imagine her in nest of royal blue
blankets, two feet above the original king
mattress. "And thanks, you know, for offering me
the gift of life too."
my beautiful witchy mother in Queen Mary's garden, London 2006.
week12:
1 (tumblr's on the fritz, archive of wk11 soon, though) til' then:
http://locksmithy.livejournal.com/tag/poem-a-dayhttp://poetesss.tumblr.com/PAD