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“why the drama?” you said, and all gf eyes turned my way. “we can be friends with you both.”

oh god!

i shouldn’t laugh so hard with pins in my mouth.

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for November Themes. I used “drama.”

for quickly. dumpster dive.

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she listens to the dead men sing

under the dryer

in the salon

reading cosmo.

(if those articles really worked, oh the

glaze-eyed goofy-grinned guys there’d be,

wandering in droves down university street.)

she’s listening to dead men sing

in her head

when i lower my face slowly in front of hers and

fake smile a hi, with a finger twirl.

look up from the huddle, helmet girl.

here comes trouble.

i have come to dig up jeremy

out of your stupid little cemetery of luv.

hang on j, imma comin’.

i bet those cops had never been in judy’s salon before.

they really do put their hands on your head

when they toss you in the cruiser.

lookit, evidence, stupid blond hair in my hot little hand.

jeremy, i have avenged thee,

and taken scalps.

see?

(man that’s a lot of damage. one word–conditioner.)

 

“oooh, have another hit….of sweet air”–quicksilver messenger service

have another hit
of me,
you said.
tilt back your head
and breathe deep.

there are
different kinds of
flashing lights.
both make your heart
beat faster.

now I know
that you were just
neighborhood stuff,
and that the buzz
was me.

if the cops stop you,
breathe deep and chill, baby powder girl.
they’ll catch on that they’re just
chasing tail
and wasting daylight on an empty dress.

i’m sweet tea and hemlock,

a little bit of three in the afternoon in my house full of

dust bunnies and dylan cranked to crack the china,

or

i might take a book out to my queenly throne

in the suicide rose garden,

with its au-gust reception line of neighborhood cats

mer-rowing views your type can never quite work out.

i’m an emerald isle

shanty irish

corned beef and semtex kind of girl,

sun dappled, dozing, day late and dollar short diva

too cool for school,

too old for bullshit,

an old molly you’ll never notice enough to describe later to those nice young men

with their notepads and a 5-minute o.k. from the intern who saved your life.

_____

for this one’s for you.

mama say, god’s gon gitcha,

gitcha for that–

little smart-mouth big-britches

alley cat.

yeah god’s gon get me

a fine girlfriend–

tongue gotcher cat

til the damn world end.

mama slap me hard

then she get real still–

say if god don’t gitcha

i sure as hell will.

_______

waving my rainbow flag for Quickly “do you believe?”

hollyhocks

Posted: 07/01/2016 in house of memory, house of women

last house on the dead end,

no house across the steet

cos the one that used to be there burned down before i was born.

in the field there were old bedsprings,

allergy grass,

and tall big-leafed hollyhocks with pink blooms.

i decided they were the ghosts of old church ladies,

bent-backed from slicing pie at receptions.

every morning in summer, i waved to them,

wished them a blessed day,

and waited til i was out of sight to, as mama called it, start up with my bullshit.

red

Posted: 01/01/2016 in house of crazy, house of women

gw3in a gray house

under triangle trees

with blue leaves

 

i had a red cradle.

 

santa, i want

a red revolver,

birth control,

a red hat

and a fuzzbuster.

 

off to my new life

in my red car

with the fish on the back bumper.

it means,

 

fuck ’em and feed ’em fish heads.

 

i got red hair

and a white dog

with pointy ears

and a red collar.

 

gtfo,

lady coming through,

too cool by half for you,

and red

as red

can do.

_____

 

art by Gerda Wegener. written for my challenge at Real Toads.

Summer

Posted: 09/14/2014 in house of weather, house of women

she came and stayed too long,

talked too much,

and was too touchy-feely,

coming around corners when i was half dressed

and short on sleep.

this morning it turned chilly and she was subdued,

sitting at the kitchen table with her hands around her coffee mug

and her suitcase open but empty on the bed in her room.

she will head south,

and i will have my house to myself again.

everybody likes her and she will light it up some other place,

while i feel a little guilty, but

mostly glad to see her gone.

_____

for real toads mini challenge.

fence

Posted: 03/01/2014 in house of fools, house of women

something there is that doesn’t love a fence,

but judy works at the mortuary and lifted a little jewelry.

wouldn’t it probly be a sin to waste it,

now that it’s in our hot little hands?

that’s what judy asked me, though i’m not 100% clear about the “our” part.

anyway, i know this guy who used to go with my cousin and he knows a guy and

so we lost the jewelry and picked up a little cash,

then we both got our nails done and

now our hands really *are* hot,

sort of,  and the old lady would be glad she could do that for us,

wouldn’t she? sure she would.

it’s just like i always say, good fences make everybody happy.

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for the robt frost thing at real toads.

J’miah

Posted: 02/16/2014 in house of love, house of women

j’miah got four sisters.

they dress ‘im up, sit his baby fat butt at their tea parties.

j’miah got all of their old

dolls, trolls, jacks.

you might’ve been surprised to see the green-haired naked marines

storm the beach and beat the Bratzis.

j’miah got four sisters, make him their pet.

they soothe and scold, make him be the dad or the dog.

time goes by, j’miah’s four sisters all get married, one by one.

all the husbands got sisters.

all the sisters think j’miah awfully cute.

“he understands things” they say.

“he’s not an asshole,” they say.

“like you,” they add, to the brother-husbands.

 

j’miah got four sisters.

it ain’t all bad.

he tell this basic fact to every new girlfriend,

including the new one,

the naked one,

the one with green hair.

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for Kerry’s free verse challenge: Four.