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Tag Archives: poems for Shawna
they are masters of mopetry and muppetry and the wispiest whispers and whims of clouds. they chalk out loud in the brightest colors and sing their scales in sorrowed sway. they carve their names in bark, not bite, and right … Continue reading
, the world comes at us, fast and fierce and long and loud. we lower our voices, raise our (s)words. ..
… we shall dawn-don them in turquoise and purple and crinoline glee, bobby socks fort knox blocks trees ready for (s)wings. you hold my kazoo, and i’ll dance for you while we wait on that wily (coyote) ……….moon. .. … Continue reading
… ’Cuz we need a place to be(e), a place for tree- age and sigh -lence. We’ll lace a ladder of purple fuzz and buzz, and the blizzard force of backward breeze. We’ll hiccup ………….(and down) and sneeze, and talk … Continue reading
like a page, ………………………………..like an empty box rage, ………………….like a (rib)cage -d bird, singing. .. twiglet #72, with somethin’ me n Shawna said.
.. we are self -session (air)guitarist girls, fusing pillow-songs about stupid boys and long hot Brisbane summers and all that raining-on-Sunday longing for some stripy socks. we’ve got pink and turquoise noise tutus and a pen -chant for playing spin … Continue reading
.. Ahoy, mateys! Today, we sail the seven seas: Cerulean, Violet, Periwinkle, Apricot, Sky, Sepia, Silver. I’ve got parch -ment for colors, and a slanted eye patch smile. Together, we’ll etch a thousand miles across the globe. Now, swab those … Continue reading
.. Blowtorch. Deep -water. The flu(n)ctuation of de -cadence. The new songs (seducer soon and locust long) that come too soon and leave urban sprawl cloudy walls. Account for falling. Coconuts. The crypt -ology of reason. The corrupt seducer seasons … Continue reading
.. freckle me some words, me says (to me) who really (reallllly) wants to wade back into the sea. freckle me some words, she says (to she) and so I sit here, desert (bound) and less than footloose fancy-free. freckle … Continue reading
.. gone girl. gong girl, high on king kong girl, smack that plane right outta the sky. wrong, girl. too long, girl. don’t just run, girl. fly. ..