69. (improv ORG at cloud club)
69. July 10, 2010 (last sat.)
Uuuly, why are you a history in hair
style stares? Wondering if those boots
and those runs can make thighs bamboo
poles' distance apart. Betrayed by a frizzy
flapper bob, taking boudoir snaps of friends'
garter belts braided like live garlic, thrown
over one another as we casually descend
into sauna bonding. My day spent convincing
myself i couldn't pick the wrong writing to share,
i can't teach the delicate slices-- murdering
the inner critic-- incorrectly! Every two hours
a text message, "still sitting in the dark." A power
-less sound man, paid to crowd control
the death core parking lot, stone sober just
in case a generator miracle occurs. "Walk
on over to the cloud club." We'll be in the green
haze of shmoozers being photographed beneath
branches, doorstep overgrown with telephoto lenses.
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