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poem-a-day week24 “Delicate deli inappropriacy in ascots & bowlers”

October 11-17, 2010 week24: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
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(re-demonstrating how not to stash money your first day of busking in broad daylight)

164. October 15, 2010 (fri. rain’d out buskin’ lead to Brookline flyering/debauchery)

Desire is matched by
The distant rhythm
Telegraph the breast
This tasteless catechism
An anxious calm

There will be no copper jingling
As it tumbles out of hat, hair
Loosened into small change
Twisters as our tips rain onto

Boutineer, bound breast, sidewalk
Stage too damp in this Oh, Boston
Storm means roaming Friday night

In flapper cape, in character to flyer
Flaunt kamikaze song at the Jewish
Neighbourhood’s sex shoppe?

Let me regale you with linen napkins
And kugel samplers- delicate deli
Inappropriacy in ascots & bowlers:

Nearby hospice patron
Speaking at a Friday night volume
In a rather rowdy restaurant

We normally love the place
But it’s just TOO LOUD tonight
Repeated to waiter, manager, busboy

Until we finally notice
Their untouched soup and wine
(If we’d been fastier ruffians

We’d have pounded it and toasted
Them L’Chaim! on their way out)
You can’t kick Semitic gem’d gesticulations

And youthful jazz hands out of a booth
For being queer(ly dressed) and bubbly as greps
Water, giggling animatedly ‘bout fisting

In cartoon voices vaudeville bespeaks
Folks rather spiffed up, you can’t point us out
As those rough lookin’ teens with silver topped canes

Lesbros in chimney spout tophats! The one with
The nose ring and monocle! Tattoos and cuff links!
It’s how the boisterous/bourgeoise

Get away with any everything
Isn’t it? Starched & collar’d delinquents
Matzo ball robber barons

Of your calm soup and crackers evening
Paying customers as pretty as we
“Get away with” enjoying ourselves, entertaining
Anyone warm-blooded as bouillon broth

(top italics are ‘poems by removal’ i wrote via The Passionate Life)

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poem-a-day week3

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May 17-23 2010, week3: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

my above-the-cut recap teaser this week was from the 2nd day. because i crack myself up, nerdstyle, and i need to illustrate all of my poems in that secret fantasy future where i have 48 hours in every day to be nothin’ but an art wank! as edrie & walter sickert would say, the world is ending, let’s die art.

5.18.10

i struggle awake after twelve hours mummified in my King
size down comforter. My canopic pot cat curled
on my chest, rumbling reminder of her centuries’ hunger,

tailfeather brushing across my well-bound face. i haven’t
fed her liver or painted an eternal crop-harvest
on my bedroom-tomb’s walls. Some softly murmured

prayer about shields and stars will have to do. i slip
my corroded skin into the tub to rinse the natron off,
greet my packets of viscera with radiography, radiant smile.

i lie still enough to convince myself i need no store
of reserve heads, and let the bathwater out from around me,
soaked in irrational Archimedes delight. i can listen

to the thunderous gurgling pipes, this drain doesn’t
frighten like the gaping pit grave at the hotel
last weekend. the one without a grate, the mini

oubliette capable of sucking anyone’s Ka
right out, as quickly as losing a gold chain while you
lathered. Oh, i’m preoccupied with carry-on luggage

(for the afterlife) too, one symbolic pair of shoes
to keep you through the endless weekend
with Osiris to see the cherry blossoms.

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