...the title of this pome is TREIBHIREAS BUNAITEACHD
what this pome needs is more accordion
& martinis--
( OMG her décolletage is getting strangled by tulips )
& i am in an airport
bathsheba's at the airport bar drinking scotch
talking abt child stars w/ drug problems
w/ frightening implications, i'm thinking
"girls with broken hearts," or
sunlight & summertime...
but really, conceptual elegance,
sensuousness,
and unashamed lust--
( merci, mademoiselle )
"no, i don't need help"
the terminals swoon
what this accordion needs is a bird cage in a telephone booth
the illustrations, framed
in helvetica light
& frustration
the rough drafts, often allow, careful observations
"b/c i saw her first
but you will probably
fuck her first, prick"
( have you ever had sex w/ a squeeze box? )
bathsheba's now discussing
one-night stands, deliverance
how churchy, ennui-ish
the turbulent materiel
of becoming complaisant
the evening becoming a victim
of fluorescent light
& portraits of promises in the intimacy
of tomorrow
even if such hearkening accelerates the aberrant milieu
* * *
ppl. i want to teach me how to dougie
1. bob fosse
2. zelda fitzgerald
3. danny reyes
4. twyla tharp
5. michael stipe
ppl. i want to fuck w/ my dougie
1. rita moreno
2. the nicholas brothers
3. dorothy parker
4. optimus prime
5. karen lustgarten
* * *
overhead projector w/ sutured images flitting by like butterflies
an armchair in a bruise of weeds
botanical sleight
a rainbow slashed into plaster, a fire axe
through a piano
rotary phones on a steel gurney
ruptured typewriter
w/ broom, the weather & rampant greenery
against a storm
of clinical reports, valised
on an ironing board
an old victrola, sufficiently inured
to tragedy
w/ cardboard sleeves, filed
to the floorboards
chandeliers tangled on a banister, fraught
in a forest of f-stops
wrung through
the erasure between the semiotic
& the real
consigned to history, correspondingly
fire extinguishers
in a padded room, long hallways screened
through & through
w/ distance, a clock stopped in moira
often it seems
every roll of film is a mortuary table
* * *
thx. for ogling my wonderful body
of work -- until
next week, arrivederci...
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