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~ Wednesday, August 24 ~
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Poeting & paintry pair, request-gift (concerning clowns and kittens, both or either!) for a donor of my *arts for Aliza’s brain trust project, inspired by Picasso’s “Clown and cup.”

Clown and Cup

A dustbowl has trapped a swallow—
eloped in watermelon cart
with a twister of absinthe.

Soles clacking, wooden clogs on the cat
man-handling a mandola
mauled in the corner.

A funnyman with enough elbow
bones to block out every feather
‘d hat. Grease paint melts on the lovers’

carved bureau-top waits
to initial, hiss Bon Nuit.
Train cars creak less than megalith.

A kitten ransoms a fly on the sill,
post-show bite of flea
under the long table. A lady’s veil

pressed to your exposed belly
button. This haiku belt cannot hold
diamond print after two pumpkin moons.

Why no fairy dens closer
to railroad veins? The circus moves on,
the hangover shows. The troop still

unmoving in greys by dawn
‘s fingerless gloves.
Center stage orgy of applause

-strewn belongings: 
chess rook, monocle, shepherd’s crook,
garter, catnip, ribbons, cat gut, drawstring

bloomers, cat calls, snuff box, tea cup,
a fragile crop. Red kitten buries
something winged in sawdust—
a clown comes running in, noseless.
Small swallow, dustbowl upper lip.
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Poeting & paintry pair, request-gift (concerning clowns and kittens, both or either!) for a donor of my *arts for Aliza’s brain trust project, inspired by Picasso’s “Clown and cup.”

Clown and Cup

A dustbowl has trapped a swallow—
eloped in watermelon cart
with a twister of absinthe.

Soles clacking, wooden clogs on the cat
man-handling a mandola
mauled in the corner.

A funnyman with enough elbow
bones to block out every feather
‘d hat. Grease paint melts on the lovers’

carved bureau-top waits
to initial, hiss Bon Nuit.
Train cars creak less than megalith.

A kitten ransoms a fly on the sill,
post-show bite of flea
under the long table. A lady’s veil

pressed to your exposed belly
button. This haiku belt cannot hold
diamond print after two pumpkin moons.

Why no fairy dens closer
to railroad veins? The circus moves on,
the hangover shows. The troop still

unmoving in greys by dawn
‘s fingerless gloves.
Center stage orgy of applause

-strewn belongings:
chess rook, monocle, shepherd’s crook,
garter, catnip, ribbons, cat gut, drawstring

bloomers, cat calls, snuff box, tea cup,
a fragile crop. Red kitten buries
something winged in sawdust—
a clown comes running in, noseless.
Small swallow, dustbowl upper lip.

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~ Friday, April 22 ~
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My cento for NaPoMo

Just a saloon-ful of sugar

Lying: to drink a dark with tiny

shards plunge me deep in love. Put out.
Emerge, twitch green trousers,
naked man full of salt

all dopey in the glass. To open your tiny…
Beak-mouth, the trick
is to make it pilot-personal.

Little corners of a kind of ham,
and candy limbs. Something offensive?
A carousel-sweet dress, someone

stands and weeps in the glass.
I stand in duct tape, lying. I stand
on the porch, bathrobe wired minefield.

Me deep in love? A refrigerator wrapped.
(Not really necessary to eat the food.)
Put out pungent oranges
wet from long hair.



“Lying: to drink a dark with tiny” by jojo lazar
submission for National Poetry Month Cento Contest, run by Danielle Pafunda (a sometimes-comrade in VIDA-badass-ery)

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*Guidelines for the NaPoMo Cento Contest

Thanks for your interest in the National Poetry Month Cento Contest! 36 poet judges graciously join me to choose our three winners. The prizes: a selection of the judges’ signed books for each winner. For more about the judges, please click here or scroll down to visit the post below. Here is your complete list of contest guidelines:

On April 21st, all day long, I Tweeted lines of poetry from the Academy’s Poem-A-Day Archive. You can collect these lines by scrolling back through the @POETSorg Twitter feed, or you can read them on this blog by clicking here or scrolling down past the contest entries.

Please assemble these lines into a cento (see below for definition).
By NOON EST on April 23rd, post only your cento, real name or pseudonym (whichever your prefer), and a valid means of contact in the comments section of this post. Email addresses should be formatted thus: * yourname [at] provider [dot] com * to keep your email safe from spam. You may also include special instructions on how to format your cento in the post, should your entry be particularly complex. I’ll do my best! . . . [napomocento.blogspot]

For the curious: http://napomocento.blogspot.com/2011/04/lines-from-twitter-feed.html

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