all the she's

[YABYUM]

every parasite in my life is history.
so is she.
though we know i lie.
she yells, she loves, she insults, she kisses deep, she throws whatever object she can find, she cries, she speaks words about a novel long about how it is all my fault and how i caused it.
she.
she never believes in me and always tells me to put down that beer and then goes on to state directly my problem.
my problem.

[Doreen Peri]

Why is that?
Because it's all your fault, of course.
And, of course, it it is all hers, too,
as stated in your poem.

[YABYUM]

beauty often leads to a bus ride
new places with faces
new mouths utter new language
bottled rage walking cold gray
on francaise, sidewalks
beers in a sac on my back
crumpled poems
tossed
words lost
every step in all directions
man named michelle teaches me bricks
how they're made
how to lay em sraight
mountains climbed
offices cleaned during ghost hours
lots of drawers pulled open
searched and stolen
weed delivered
bottles must be returned
women dress like advertisements
all of this is seen
breathed in
music scene is fan fucking tastic
hard core punks and jazz and trance
a new tattoo entitled "chance" ...

[stilltrucking]

If you could look away,
The song from the cathedral of her mouth
Would fall to the floor like a lie.
url coming soon
still no url but soon

The humorous thing about this poem, online, was that several sites had a link explaining that the Medusa was a Gorgon, the snakehead, etc. Talk about condescension! OK, lemme state that there are a few egregious clichés & 1 bad line break- so marked. But this poem is utterly flaccid, devoid of any energy. What we get is a mere recitation of the myth with a few banal post-feminist posturings: the need to tune out the world, the lies falling to the floor, etc. The last line, especially, is meant to invoke or evoke her mom’s devastating ability to turn an interesting phrase on a dime. Let’s scalpel this:

I sure would like to hear about your first lap dance. I forget what it iwas like to walk around with tented pants. No don't answer that, struggling with the erotic the most sexualy immature male here, Maybe man I come here to write something about the events in Scotland this past week, don't know how I got side tracked into this

I was thinking funny, like a chance for the the people to play, sing and dance, keep the voice of the felleheen free. Things I can 't do much about but which I have my own paranoid fears that make so much of the news I hear about the world's situation, it is desperate, but they say it is always desperate, but this time a civilization burns and crashes in five years, then years, goo I should do this as a poll. A pop quiz. Cultural Anthropogy 401.

I appologize for this ramble I meant to ramble on eye witness but the hawk lost her farmer. That guy don't know what he missed. Next week he will probably break down and cry.

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