poème septième! my week in various versery
prior poem-a-days: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
5.9.10
The hooligans with funny hair, rodent-topped canes, the look
that they may make loud jokes about fish tacos, declare "I'll be
drinking my dinner. Bring me some dinner rolls!"
--those gargoyles are seated in the back, order rye
manhattans stirred around and round the whole Grotesque
cast goes up back stairs to learn the witty way to cross
back into the audience to take our Thriller finale bows.
Rowdily we go round: the leopard mesmer,
Marie Antoinette clotting latex, prom queen's
bled feathers atop glittering concrete. i'm awkward,
wearing every fugly amazingly gawdy broach i own.
Someone to take tea with degenerate octogenarians,
a 7th grade dance attendee, everyone's crazy aunty
blushing beneath red gel spots. We hoot at the skin-peeling
strip tease, the hard packing, chest-binding, wart-shedding
is all very well and good backstage. Everyone changes
voices/politics with wigs. i stash my four new used
poetry books i got while "just looking" in the bargain grotto,
and manage to get home with a domestic request,
depart the Grotesque-baret with, "wanna go feed our cat?"
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oh boy was all day theatrical surreal. the broken toys were a part of Bent Wit cabaret's Grotesque-themed mother's day show. (i made & gave away pre-fab fauxllmark cards i wrote, with 'sign offspring name here' lines, TXT YR MUMS, YO) there were vinyl corsetstrings and catgut whippings. now that i've done a week of these poems (each has food in it, keys, quotes, &headwear it seems? i am repetitive...)- i think i'll make a word.doc equiv' with a photo accompanying each, maybe a week-in-review x-post LJ-redirect on tumblr. for some mirror-metablogging? so, i hope you guys've enjoyed any of my 1st week of jojo poems about her days-a-day (bitty link to all of 'em - http://bit.ly/jojopoems) let's see how long and how limbo low i can go. (i'm aiming for at least a month. eep)
http://locksmithy.livejournal.com/tag/poem-a-day
5.9.10
The hooligans with funny hair, rodent-topped canes, the look
that they may make loud jokes about fish tacos, declare "I'll be
drinking my dinner. Bring me some dinner rolls!"
--those gargoyles are seated in the back, order rye
manhattans stirred around and round the whole Grotesque
cast goes up back stairs to learn the witty way to cross
back into the audience to take our Thriller finale bows.
Rowdily we go round: the leopard mesmer,
Marie Antoinette clotting latex, prom queen's
bled feathers atop glittering concrete. i'm awkward,
wearing every fugly amazingly gawdy broach i own.
Someone to take tea with degenerate octogenarians,
a 7th grade dance attendee, everyone's crazy aunty
blushing beneath red gel spots. We hoot at the skin-peeling
strip tease, the hard packing, chest-binding, wart-shedding
is all very well and good backstage. Everyone changes
voices/politics with wigs. i stash my four new used
poetry books i got while "just looking" in the bargain grotto,
and manage to get home with a domestic request,
depart the Grotesque-baret with, "wanna go feed our cat?"
+
oh boy was all day theatrical surreal. the broken toys were a part of Bent Wit cabaret's Grotesque-themed mother's day show. (i made & gave away pre-fab fauxllmark cards i wrote, with 'sign offspring name here' lines, TXT YR MUMS, YO) there were vinyl corsetstrings and catgut whippings. now that i've done a week of these poems (each has food in it, keys, quotes, &headwear it seems? i am repetitive...)- i think i'll make a word.doc equiv' with a photo accompanying each, maybe a week-in-review x-post LJ-redirect on tumblr. for some mirror-metablogging? so, i hope you guys've enjoyed any of my 1st week of jojo poems about her days-a-day (bitty link to all of 'em - http://bit.ly/jojopoems) let's see how long and how limbo low i can go. (i'm aiming for at least a month. eep)
http://locksmithy.livejournal.com/tag/poem-a-day