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Friday, April 13, 2012

skittles [Today's News Poem by @HikiMadwoman /Preservative Woman, April 13, 2012]


skittles [Today's News Poem by @HikiMadwoman /Preservative Woman, April 13, 2012]
HikiMadwoman/Preservative Woman http://preservativewoman.posterous.com

barefoot florida
when i was five hot sand
mixed with tar black dirt
and

lacquered stickers waited
just under the surface
to slip dark spines deep
into my pink soles

my mammaw on that side believed
in fake lashes and make-up mastic
and a rainbow jesus
sealed in yellowed plastic

i played sky and scratched vinyl
on brown shag carpet
our shades pulled down
to keep the kneegrass out

mammaw had stories about kneegrass
with figured armor and wings wide
their eyes rolling
with heavy lips slavering and obscene

the kneegrass were bold
came close to the back door
hiding in sharp sun
their weapons flashing signals

between detergent commercials
whiter than white
she told me of their buffalo-haired hides
and muscled thighs

how they would steal cars
and drive
rubber pulling up tar and crushed coral
under paved florida skies

she talked of killing
them and all they had wrought
she even had a chrome gun
a boyfriend had bought

one concrete morning
whitewashed bright
i pressed against the
screen door sulfur smell

at ten o'clock am
sunlight was already acid
mammaw at the sink
told me to look

"see them kneegrass
walking weeds with trash
my how they must smell
gotta be someone i can tell"

i looked for shoulder'd wings beating
armor and buffalo hide
black skin and rolling eyes
a beast of great size

but she pointed at two girls
my age
holding a pink doll by the legs
one blue eye flapping open

they were slow as gray sand
thin bodies out of sweat
i wanted to give them water
to bring them into shade

but i could only stare
at mammaw
red hands and polyester dress
eating the window glass

and thanks to you i know
how to make monsters
we have only to refuse
to see them as they are

from on the other side
of our flyspeckled past
:separate
:other
:unhuman

Barely Edited HikiMadwoman Bio As Per Twitter: Reclusive Madwoman. Careful. She bites.


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Why So Auspicious? [Today's News Poem by Khakjaan Wessington, April 13, 2012]


Why So Auspicious? [Today's News Poem by Khakjaan Wessington, April 13, 2012]

I was going to title
this poem, “The Weather and Other
Trite Shit,”
before I remembered that nobody
cares about poetry, poets and poet-talk. Poets should
die and you know it, I know it—they do.

Death is a story. Death
is some bones. Death
is a motion. Emotion
is puppetry, falsehood in motion without death
for the anchor, death
for the framing, death
for the credit to zero out debits
of happiness, breathing—whatever.

A friend said he met Robert Haas
on a campus, whilst noting the weather aloud
to another. Who is this Haas guy
and who is my friend and where is this campus
and when did it happen
and what is the point
when no one's unlucky
and no one's berserk
and nobody ducks under desk in the classroom;
while death's not the rumor on campus,
not subject nor object?
Why the weather?

“The thunderstorm that blew through the Bay Area Thursday night was one for the books - it shattered rainfall records in four cities and produced more lightning strikes than any storm in years.”
—Will Kane, San Francisco Chronicle, Friday, April 13, 2012

“A tornado outbreak is likely across the central and southern plains from late Saturday afternoon through the evening and overnight, according to the National Weather Service.”
CNN Wire Staff, April 14, 2012 -- Updated 0044 GMT (0844 HKT)

“Shortly after police arrived at the scene of Trayvon Martin's death at a gated community in the central Florida town of Sanford, officers seized the alleged murder weapon, a 9mm handgun.”
—David Adams and Kevin Gray, MIAMI | Fri Apr 13, 2012 7:18pm EDT






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