holy moly it's been almost 4 days since i posted a poem-a-day. no excuse when i have rough drafts for six of the seven days i shld post. life intervenes with halloweenie things...and i'm caring less and less about how far behind i get-- i seem supernaturally able to automatically cursive out however many i need to feel comfortably caught up. it's all about changing what you think you can get done, i suppose? the automatic fountain pen. the haunted typist.
174. October 25, 2010 (wk26, mon. TOys prac.)
Our floor tom, wasp-waisted tumbler
Has to leave by 9 if she isn't going to make it
At all times the veil acts only to anticipate
The reveal, we're burrowing into
The hollowed out heart of the WIREforest
We hope we can remember Pan's flick of the knife
What are we worried for, recording shotgun
Back-up vocals? We'll have painted-on bangs
Super glue'd Safari chops, a built in hammered crowd
Engagements over rotting burlesque
Flesh a year ago's feast
Your eyes on your pay per set celebrity guests!
We'll be trick or treating from your
Centerpieces, yet
1. cheating b/c this is a pic from our 10/30 salem show. the view from Helena's (Sid & Nancy's) table w. my ukicorn stashed on it. typical hedonism balloons -and- condoms. 2. beautiful work-table of @
zombiejackie, creator of tentacle'd TOys merch, and our "offic'" knock-off WSInkdrip line of art, Inkdropz? hee
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