My Daddy
my daddy, he accomplished
a lot of things
and so on.
played futbol with words
in Australia:
wrote books and laughed
spoke backwards
used to shoot snakes with shotguns and leave
them hanging 'round the yard
used to slaughter my pet lambs
hunched over a pink kiddie pool
(we used to swim in that pool)
true story, i swear,
and their blood went everywhere!
splash splash
splash.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
New Orleans and Dreams
The purple dotted line on my bottom
lip, call me Agatha.
As aggravated as the name,
push my heart or leave the world.
The purple dotted line
telling stories
come boys gather 'round
I have things that have yet
to be shown.
Some more surprises
"A real Cajun goddess"
From the East and the West
daddy, how we slip.
Holding on to the moon's hands
he likes to rock me back and forth
he likes to show my ass in shorts
tether me for a minute, then drop me
feet back on Earth.
lip, call me Agatha.
As aggravated as the name,
push my heart or leave the world.
The purple dotted line
telling stories
come boys gather 'round
I have things that have yet
to be shown.
Some more surprises
"A real Cajun goddess"
From the East and the West
daddy, how we slip.
Holding on to the moon's hands
he likes to rock me back and forth
he likes to show my ass in shorts
tether me for a minute, then drop me
feet back on Earth.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Ophrys
Well, you sting me ten times
Head under legs, head north
Under the sun there are so many colors, so many bright
Flashy flashy…
I’m just a wee little thing from Iran
The dust of the desert will cover up my thighs
Never did the feces
Never! Said the feces, running as cool as blood, AIDS in 1985
Round tummy, but mommy, the kid has no money
Behold the prostitute orchid.
Well, you sting me ten times
Head under legs, head north
Under the sun there are so many colors, so many bright
Flashy flashy…
I’m just a wee little thing from Iran
The dust of the desert will cover up my thighs
Never did the feces
Never! Said the feces, running as cool as blood, AIDS in 1985
Round tummy, but mommy, the kid has no money
Behold the prostitute orchid.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Joseph in California
Ransly wants a child
while I just sit here and sip
my boiling black coffee
years are going to go by, as they have.
In the mornings I've been wanting
to sleep later; my love
has gone to the desert
like a bug ripped at the ass
one flies on;
I stay weak-wit,
stay rubber-bone.
while I just sit here and sip
my boiling black coffee
years are going to go by, as they have.
In the mornings I've been wanting
to sleep later; my love
has gone to the desert
like a bug ripped at the ass
one flies on;
I stay weak-wit,
stay rubber-bone.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
A
First time I ate pork
was on a beach, 1991
Peak's Hotel
was pink and on the beach, my god
what was her name? who snuck me out of my hotel room
took me to the oven
where her grandpa was baking
gray meat she pulled apart
and i couldn't explain to my parents
the grease or the taste
of something so forbidden especially
at such a young age.
I saw god through the ocean waves, and he shook his finger, yes siree he did
but perhaps that was a seagull or an egret
and egret, an egret, an egret.
(Say it thrice and you will understand what I mean).
was on a beach, 1991
Peak's Hotel
was pink and on the beach, my god
what was her name? who snuck me out of my hotel room
took me to the oven
where her grandpa was baking
gray meat she pulled apart
and i couldn't explain to my parents
the grease or the taste
of something so forbidden especially
at such a young age.
I saw god through the ocean waves, and he shook his finger, yes siree he did
but perhaps that was a seagull or an egret
and egret, an egret, an egret.
(Say it thrice and you will understand what I mean).
Saturday, July 18, 2009
updte your status
what does your birthday say about you?
mc mcgrew updated his status
which celebrity rehab program are you?
which state do you belong to?
what kind of underwear are you?
what is your IQ?
which one of your friends knows you best?
which drug are you?
allow. allow. allow.
Mc Diddly Dack added you as a friend.
what does your birthday say about you?
where were you born?
how do we get you to make a file for yourself?
how stupid are you?
Mc Diddly Dack is thinking about what to do today...
Mc Diddly Dack is wearing purple toilet paper as a sign for his respect...
Mc Diddly Dack is dead.
what does your birthday say about you?
mc mcgrew updated his status
which celebrity rehab program are you?
which state do you belong to?
what kind of underwear are you?
what is your IQ?
which one of your friends knows you best?
which drug are you?
allow. allow. allow.
Mc Diddly Dack added you as a friend.
what does your birthday say about you?
where were you born?
how do we get you to make a file for yourself?
how stupid are you?
Mc Diddly Dack is thinking about what to do today...
Mc Diddly Dack is wearing purple toilet paper as a sign for his respect...
Mc Diddly Dack is dead.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
I love that boy
Asian nose and skin,
As he lay
in his bedroom, glass walls as thin
as the brain i used to have
through
the impaired small town curvy lips
i roar
i love him.
and he makes me feel like i will never die.
and he makes me lunch in the morning time
i will give up good poetry to run
my fingers through his black hair, and pet him
because i got real lucky, man, real lucky.
Asian nose and skin,
As he lay
in his bedroom, glass walls as thin
as the brain i used to have
through
the impaired small town curvy lips
i roar
i love him.
and he makes me feel like i will never die.
and he makes me lunch in the morning time
i will give up good poetry to run
my fingers through his black hair, and pet him
because i got real lucky, man, real lucky.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
It has been raining for three weeks straight in the city.
I have writer's block. Perhaps once the rain clears up, I will be able to write again.
I am in love with life, living, etc.
Today I will galavant around the city. I have a goal, however. I want to find the most sophisticated black dress, a career dress, to wear tomorrow.
I work this afternoon.
Here is the deal: I have a job which I love. But I may be getting an even better one.
To the future,
Seema S.
I have writer's block. Perhaps once the rain clears up, I will be able to write again.
I am in love with life, living, etc.
Today I will galavant around the city. I have a goal, however. I want to find the most sophisticated black dress, a career dress, to wear tomorrow.
I work this afternoon.
Here is the deal: I have a job which I love. But I may be getting an even better one.
To the future,
Seema S.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Child in Grey III
I remember the first time I fell in love with a diamond-
back rattlesnake. I was fifteen, with thick-eye-brows,
and high.
He was big and foreign, his pattern blended
in with the bark of the tree, he lay so
lackadaisically.
And in the brisk, dark sunlight,
burns to my black hair,
in the loneliness owned only
by backyards in the country,
who would have left me?
Ruins in the green grass
where I killed a baby for the first time.
He never stood upright,
a sliver of color-life
against chop-chop grass.
My father warned:
"His mother is probably around here somewhere..."
He was small enough to have slid through
the already-bitten leaves inside of my chest,
and in my yellow,
maple-leaf heart,
with all of its tiny murmurs,
he would have stood out there too.
he would have entered and left
like all men,
in all their likelihood,
longing for blood-rushed liberation,
and a thrust thrust thrust.
back rattlesnake. I was fifteen, with thick-eye-brows,
and high.
He was big and foreign, his pattern blended
in with the bark of the tree, he lay so
lackadaisically.
And in the brisk, dark sunlight,
burns to my black hair,
in the loneliness owned only
by backyards in the country,
who would have left me?
Ruins in the green grass
where I killed a baby for the first time.
He never stood upright,
a sliver of color-life
against chop-chop grass.
My father warned:
"His mother is probably around here somewhere..."
He was small enough to have slid through
the already-bitten leaves inside of my chest,
and in my yellow,
maple-leaf heart,
with all of its tiny murmurs,
he would have stood out there too.
he would have entered and left
like all men,
in all their likelihood,
longing for blood-rushed liberation,
and a thrust thrust thrust.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Stanza from one of my older works:
Silver flask in my petticoat,
I fell in love with the son
of a flabby-cheeked Republican.
I fell in love with the son
of a flabby-cheeked Republican.
Child in Grey Part II
of all of the men who have smiled at me
who spoke of the sparkle, the rain in rich places
hushing down black leather boots
with concrete couches and smoke that billows zig-zag
between cracks.
I once thought the height of walls
was hiding something from me. A moon, perhaps.
A moon, soft round and sweet
A moon so supple if you bit her
she would bleed.
Not one I could climb upon and get
an erection out of.
who spoke of the sparkle, the rain in rich places
hushing down black leather boots
with concrete couches and smoke that billows zig-zag
between cracks.
I once thought the height of walls
was hiding something from me. A moon, perhaps.
A moon, soft round and sweet
A moon so supple if you bit her
she would bleed.
Not one I could climb upon and get
an erection out of.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Child in Grey (to be cont'd)
One of those early navy blue mornings
in that north Florida neighborhood
the end of spring
where swarms of orange and black caterpillars
formed a revolution
on my back porch.
In those mornings I adopted a few
and in their sticky infancy would crawl
upon my 6 year old cheeks, the Milkweed Butterfly.
And I'd throw back my head, eyes up, up.
To wink at the cocoons in the sky.
But at this time I had not yet absorbed
that they were also comrades of that gypsy penis
and would someday explode.
in that north Florida neighborhood
the end of spring
where swarms of orange and black caterpillars
formed a revolution
on my back porch.
In those mornings I adopted a few
and in their sticky infancy would crawl
upon my 6 year old cheeks, the Milkweed Butterfly.
And I'd throw back my head, eyes up, up.
To wink at the cocoons in the sky.
But at this time I had not yet absorbed
that they were also comrades of that gypsy penis
and would someday explode.
Breeze, listen:
Today the sweetest one hit me,
with his cheeks alert,
round and prickled.
And his black hair straight as asphalt, 1950
suburbia boy.
Dots and tings and plots and rings
growing on his back,
I have to swallow sand
to hold his heart
with my oil hands.
Right now my Apricot face is being held
back against a warm wall
And there is hot beer, empty mugs and asshole cigarettes
exploding
on the windowsill.
I think I know too many people
I should stop
because that's a lot of mourning.
My lover, he rides a donkey to work.
Gentlemen, rejoice with your hands down your pants:
You are free, you are free, you are free free free free freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...
things i see
two red trees in my neighbor's front yard,
one slightly taller than the other, stand so patiently
like they're going to prom and mother is taking pictures
when are you going to learn
''girl you're beautiful both above and below the waistline so
that should not be a problem.''
women who ride in the passenger seat with one chalky barefoot
peeking out of the window and smoke from tobacco following
these long parallel yellow lines
three blonds at 3 p.m. sitting in the back
of a taxi cab on a Saturday.
And men who smell like baby powder.
hand the driver my twenty dollar bill, still
rolled tight into a cylinder of embarrassment.
one slightly taller than the other, stand so patiently
like they're going to prom and mother is taking pictures
when are you going to learn
''girl you're beautiful both above and below the waistline so
that should not be a problem.''
women who ride in the passenger seat with one chalky barefoot
peeking out of the window and smoke from tobacco following
these long parallel yellow lines
three blonds at 3 p.m. sitting in the back
of a taxi cab on a Saturday.
And men who smell like baby powder.
hand the driver my twenty dollar bill, still
rolled tight into a cylinder of embarrassment.
The Lioness
Humans are all the same; Change is too expensive; Mercurial we will remain.
Yet you will wrap the hair of your young
cub in dandelions: her name is July.
The soft apple shape of your own
infant face, lying in the lap of gold
fur, your mother, the cleft-lipped
lioness.
Paw through the roots of fig trees,
to be cont'd .
Yet you will wrap the hair of your young
cub in dandelions: her name is July.
The soft apple shape of your own
infant face, lying in the lap of gold
fur, your mother, the cleft-lipped
lioness.
Paw through the roots of fig trees,
to be cont'd .
Your TV Tongue
The ditch in our front yard
Ernest with his high-top and his gun.
Mama apologia! For we have magnesium blood,
shiny and silver and robotic as well.
Jukebox dive, my cheekbone aside.
No moon, but a Brooklyn back rub.
Oh take it, boy, take it.
Even the sky opposes.
Pay pale technology,
them jolly thick power lines
connecting me to famous he he
and she she.
Take it to 'M,' it's the Mezzanine floor,
I'll do anything with you
Gypsy penis, longing to go somewhere
he can never stay.
Drug of choice
You can't sit behind this line
"Man, why do always have to live inside of lines, man?"
You got cop daddy? cop mommy?
Your brain cells are policemen, your siblings are policemen, your TV the sheriff,
your master a policeman, your apartment the policemen, your car too.
Your womb a policeman, Your lungs maybe, may be not policemen.
Your boss, wow wee a policeman.
Your citizenship a policeman.
your apologies to the policemen.
Ernest with his high-top and his gun.
Mama apologia! For we have magnesium blood,
shiny and silver and robotic as well.
Jukebox dive, my cheekbone aside.
No moon, but a Brooklyn back rub.
Oh take it, boy, take it.
Even the sky opposes.
Pay pale technology,
them jolly thick power lines
connecting me to famous he he
and she she.
Take it to 'M,' it's the Mezzanine floor,
I'll do anything with you
Gypsy penis, longing to go somewhere
he can never stay.
Drug of choice
You can't sit behind this line
"Man, why do always have to live inside of lines, man?"
You got cop daddy? cop mommy?
Your brain cells are policemen, your siblings are policemen, your TV the sheriff,
your master a policeman, your apartment the policemen, your car too.
Your womb a policeman, Your lungs maybe, may be not policemen.
Your boss, wow wee a policeman.
Your citizenship a policeman.
your apologies to the policemen.
Rebecca
My dear you are a color unidentified
as of yet
bright and blue-ish, they haven't discovered you yet
what to name you
where to place you
if i were an inventor i'd find you
place you on my window sill
(so you could catch the sunlight and throw it back into my eyes)
ILLUMINATE EVERYTHING.
change what i think of in negativity
to something saccharine
as kids we used to carry things
our favorite toys, our backpacks
our hatred and love.
but as an adult i'd carry you and show and tell
all of my friends
what a great friend you are.
My dear you are a color unidentified
as of yet
bright and blue-ish, they haven't discovered you yet
what to name you
where to place you
if i were an inventor i'd find you
place you on my window sill
(so you could catch the sunlight and throw it back into my eyes)
ILLUMINATE EVERYTHING.
change what i think of in negativity
to something saccharine
as kids we used to carry things
our favorite toys, our backpacks
our hatred and love.
but as an adult i'd carry you and show and tell
all of my friends
what a great friend you are.
Americonomy
| Americonomy. | [16 Sep 2008|01:04pm] |
| oh i'm really diggin' him; makes my hands smile shake charm-style what was that intent shake. leaves green brown salsa dance crunch snap morning fall into wooden wall oh tip-ee toe, she take my money, grasps squishy clouds swing back and forth oh let me travel up north. put my fingertips on your soft, lovely, dripping birth- come, watch, all me kids RIDE DOW JONES DICK. mmm, yeah, baby please, $5 may buy that bleeding cheese, burn the toast, take a swig, pay no rent, i love you i love you i loathe you i'll loan you forty-five cents. | |
Child in Grey
| Child in Grey: Part I and to be continued. | [30 Mar 2009|10:38am] |
| One of those early navy blue mornings in that north Florida neighborhood the end of spring where swarms of orange and black caterpillars formed a revolution on my back porch. In those mornings I adopted a few and in their sticky infancy would crawl upon my 6 year old cheeks, the Milkweed Butterfly. And I'd throw back my head, eyes up, up. To wink at the cocoons in the sky. But at this time I had not yet absorbed that they were also comrades of that gypsy penis and would someday explode. | |
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