Tableau No. 1

Bread & Cie: Roast Beef Sandwich, $9

She presses against her eyebrows
To withstand the upsurge of a confession
Her bouqueted compatriot idly stirs her pumpkin bisque
Accomplice? Perpetrator? Frenemy? Mother?
She drains her flower stems into the soup bowl
While the former stabs at her salad
Mercifully dry from an onslaught of tears

Family Reunion Poem

I miss you guys!!

The Signal

a misplaced memory of confirmation

only to spell out disillusion on the fridge

and flood the family to the point of capsizing

with jaws, or rather, pointy teeth,

all the songs from feature films

she sings as she bikes alone, unhelmeted,

hermetically sealed and out of favor,

no shield from a rain that wets the pages strewn across her bed

a snap out of which was a coming-to

breakfast as a sure sign of dawn

Paul McCarthy: "Class Fool" (1976) 

performed at  University of California, San Diego

The Right Fit

The Right Fit

It's not just how we feel about you

It's how you feel about us

We always try to have superfoods

Meat, but more fish

More than other kids his age

Parameters

Oh–Berkeley?

I didn't even apply

Living Room Poem

The Lunatic You're Looking For

She’s cruising along at a low altitude

The line of horizon obstructing her view to the ether

The slumber she’s failed to catch

Family dances to Billy Joel singing about the broken glass on the floor

Him, hamfisted on the keys

He pulsates through us as vehicles to the dance

Under the blacklight where we catch sight of cumstains on the whoriest of the bunch

Wishing it was me

We take him out to the pigpen to spank out the storytelling

We fill him with our warm substances

We’re here to buy tickets

To the exhibits

To figure out who people are because we know nothing about them

I know nothing about her, she knows everything about me

She envelops me

She should envelop me

She’s actually trying to get me to stop talking right now but I have to remind her it’s this chattering mouth toy lodged in my jaw and I can’t afford a dentist.

Spring Entry

Fucking trip. (I shouldn't swear). It makes me seem product-y. (Emphasizing by throwing my hands up). Breaking my own rules in a meaningless way.

The foraging friends relocate to other cities. And look for places to get them closer to their pearly dimension - Those heels you've always wanted? Well, here they are! You get to have them. You get to have them; and so it goes. Breathless, I am anemic- Aquashark says 'I want to get famous so that I can forget I know people'. It was like I watched the prophecy of the diary of the baby book full of pictures. Of black sack cloth, honeydew and all the dolly stuff- working like it 'do' to curdle the cumshot and velvety pink -tan lines- Yes, doilies and tan lines could not be more curldling to the senses. An amniotic doll sucking the air - mouth open- agape and available.

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Watch out Watch out. I'm doing ok. (That is not too much of a question) I am scared though. Do I ask too many questions about myself? If I could, I would start writing about a subject I know a great deal about, but I find that my knowledge base shifts very quickly, exposing what I once thought I knew as an impression-- a mark left by whatever the hell was going on at the time--that left its fingerprints on everything in the store.

To travel backward is not my dream. To be swept under by the bulge in a boys pants- back to the original, always trying to recreate that intensity I felt- that told me what was New. Windows--doors- removable panels buried below some earth, extra brown because I had to dig it up fresh to put the panel there. Dear Diary, I'm going to put you in the hole now - the density of images is overwhelming.

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Angie's Prompts

1. Roll yourself up in a used rubber floor mat.  Roll around on the ground with friends.
 
2. Death and Applause
    see post from Saturday, October 25, 2014
    

 




3. Blindfolded autobiography

•     Use brown paper towels as blindfolds.
•     Tie your blindfold around your eyes.
•     Crawl around the space and feel everything with your hands.
•     Caress everything softly. 
•     No talking.
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•     Next find a pencil and paper.
•     Draw a self portrait and write your biography.
•     Remove your blind fold and discuss.

 

4. Sorry Circle

• Sit in a circle
• Tell someone in the circle that you're sorry about something related to that person, don't apologize for anything that you've done.   
• Example: I'm sorry you didn't get to see that movie, I'm sorry you lost my book, I'm sorry     you can't think straight, I'm sorry you were soo late today, I'm sorry you're confused.

5.  Tarot Reading (5 or more friends)

 One questioner, One reader both sit on the floor facing each other with legs crossed. Other members stand and hold hands and walk around the seated questioner and reader. The reader holds the cards, the questioner cuts the deck placing the cards on the reader's legs. The questioner asks a question.  The reader responds by turning a card. The reader shows the card not to the questioner but to the members who are standing. The standing members act out the card, the answer for the questioner.