10 February, 2017  |   Comment

Poetry Friday: Cool Girls Sort


Cool girls sort
through the racks
at the store
front
not back

Cool girls sort of
kind of
not really
commit to a feeling like
whatever

Cool girls sort
you into yes or no or
yes and no over
time you will be
both yes and
no

Cool girls sorted you
they’ve always known
where you really belong

7 August, 2015  |   Comment

Poetry Friday: A Strange, Wild Song by Lewis Carroll

He thought he saw an Elephant
That practised on a fife:
He looked again, and found it was
A letter from his wife.
‘At length I realize,’ he said,
‘The bitterness of life! ‘

He thought he saw a Buffalo
Upon the chimney-piece:
He looked again, and found it was
His Sister’s Husband’s Niece.
‘Unless you leave this house,’ he said,
‘I’ll send for the police! ‘

he thought he saw a Rattlesnake
That questioned him in Greek:
He looked again, and found it was
The Middle of Next Week.
‘The one thing I regret,’ he said,
‘Is that it cannot speak! ‘

He thought he saw a Banker’s Clerk
Descending from the bus:
He looked again, and found it was
A Hippopotamus.
‘If this should stay to dine,’ he said,
‘There won’t be much for us! ‘

He thought he saw a Kangaroo
That worked a Coffee-mill:
He looked again, and found it was
A Vegetable-Pill.
‘Were I to swallow this,’ he said,
‘I should be very ill! ‘

He thought he saw a Coach-and-Four
That stood beside his bed:
He looked again, and found it was
A Bear without a Head.
‘Poor thing,’ he said, ‘poor silly thing!
It’s waiting to be fed! ‘

He thought he saw an Albatross
That fluttered round the lamp:
He looked again, and found it was
A Penny-Postag e Stamp.
‘You’d best be getting home,’ he said:
‘The nights are very damp! ‘

He thought he saw a Garden-Door
That opened with a key:
He looked again, and found it was
A Double Rule of Three:
‘And all its mystery,’ he said,
‘Is clear as day to me! ‘

He thought he saw a Argument
That proved he was the Pope:
He looked again, and found it was
A Bar of Mottled Soap.
‘A fact so dread,’ he faintly said,
‘Extinguishe s all hope! ‘

23 January, 2015  |   1 Comment

Poetry Friday: Biological Imperative

I can’t help it.

Late at night, after the men fall asleep, after they pass out, because, hell, we were all drinking, my defenses are down.

I give in to my biological urge to feed.

I can’t help it.

Late at night, after the men fall asleep, after they pass out, because, hell, I’m a woman, I am driven by my God Given Urge.

I can’t help it.

Late at night, after the men, pass out really, they shouldn’t have been drinking so much for them to fall asleep so soundly like that, because, hell, I’m a human animal.

I can’t help it.

Late at night, after the men pass out, because it’s their own stupid fault, I pull out my scoop. I carefully pour a cup of dry rice in their open, gaping mouths.

I can’t help it.

They don’t like it. Sometimes they wake up and fight.
But I hold them down until I’m done.
I just need to feed them.
Just let me put this rice in your mouth.
It’s my biological imperative.

 

8 January, 2014  |   Comment

I will be a witch

This witch uses the computer for enchantments and mild stalking.
She told me
I will be a witch
when I grow up.

Nature or Evil?
I asked.

Both.
She said.
Then I can
Revenge My Enemies and
Protect My Friends and Nature.

Voice activation sorcery,
U MAD enchantment,
finger swipes to share spells
with the universe.

We summon and threaten
in front of lighted boxes,
in the dark.

She told me
Witches have powers we haven’t thought of yet.

So do I.

This cauldron's contents: Geocities. Rotten Tomatoes. Squee. Something using the Impact font.

14 June, 2013  |   4 Comments

Captain Papa

Beach Girls

We didn’t think you’d helm this ship,
     swab the deck,
     hoist the mast.

beachgirls-shellhand

These children, they were women’s work,
     or so we thought,
     so we thought.

beachgirls-papadig

I watch your heart, it swells (and breaks)
     washes up on
     sand crab beach,
     where they,
     with pink buckets,
     wait for you.