Dirty 30 in 30

[PandoraGlitters]

twenty six

even if he isn't
spot you thought
there is more under
layers like baclava
he will feed you
I'm glad for you
deaf to my own
stomach

 

[PandoraGlitters]

twenty seven

Easter basket or hospital
visit (can't remember which
so I try to see the book in both
contexts: miniature Alice against jade
plastic shreds or against the bed table
equally plausible) somehow she found
my pocket, wonderland contained by
cotton placenta between the world
and my thigh. She is bound in red
leather. How I loved her tiny letters
and the picture of the house so small
in its double container of her arms
and my fingers. Alice undaunted--
I loved in her the girls of my girlhood
through moods and mirrors chasing
the hare along a trail of seconds.

 

[reneemyrenee]

2 of 30

see I thought you saw
when I thought twas only me
you said see I saw






-----------
that's an old one maybe 30 years ago
just can't write
someone motivate me

 

[reneemyrenee]

2 of 30 i think

When things are too good to be true,
things are pretty good!

And I was in love
getting fucked 6 times a day
every one a different or new one
and getting finger fucked several times between
the Master, my Master
directing all of it from His computer
not so far away...........

My heart completely His
and my body being used
my renewable resource
there, however, was a point where it was too much
I couldn't cum because I couldn't feel a thing
I mean anything
my emotions were overworked
my pussy sore and tired
my g spot numb
but I was happy to be owned
the only thing that would make this any better was to be
COLLARED

That was never to happen....
but I didn't know that
as I fucked most of St Petersburg and Tampa too.
I am still working on that today
but not for Him, He was not loving me
He was sitting on His couch defending His property
from His WIFE
So I was happily in love
and He is confused, mean and evil
I love Him still.

Now that if I once loved someone
will I always..............?
I ask no one just about nothing
I know the answer to THAT one.
OOOOOOH yes! I do.

He is my friend now and there is much more I might have said
but this story must go on for 30 dirty days..

 

[reneemyrenee]

#4 of 30 i think

Oh the changes I have gone through in just 52 years. I started out, without knowledge. I hesitate to proclaim that I started out innocent. I have to look at the events as they unfolded and I am not sure. Was I raped first or did my filthy masturbation start before all that. It is hard to know. It was a long time ago and I didn't know it would be important when I got older and wanted to look at the whole thing and understand it.

I remember it in this order: One day my lower body demanded that I touch it and bring relief. I did and while I did, I thought of a nameless faceless man taking advantage of me. Throughout my life in all my masturbation's He never has had a name nor a face. He used me in various ways and all that I was or am gave over to his savage abuses.

Everywhere I went, I thought everyone could tell what I did to me daily and even hourly. It was a long time until I understood that most people did those things to themselves. I suppose not as often and I don't suppose the nameless faceless man was visiting them when they did. He was mine to wonder about for 38 years or more.......

But there was day and time and a summer when all of that came true for me. You would think that I would have been fulfilled by the fruition of all those fantasies and then again.... Did those rapes happen first and then the fantasies after that?

I understand that at this late date, I will never know. I doesn't really matter when you think about it as they both happened around the same time and my destiny was carved out for me, in me and surrendered to it all. I don't remember having anyone to talk to.

So you can decide, did I start out without knowledge or innocent? That is a real question for the reader to consider and answer. Perhaps you need to know more? You should let me know?

If you want pictures... and I have been called the Picture Whore...... tell me how to do size them.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

Twenty eight

I said I am size 10 and felt good
in denim, the curve a palmed apple.
She said oh in deadvoice and when
I said I was once size 14 she said
I didn't know as if I'd told her I'd survived
some unthinkable cancer.
I sprint up stairs and fly on visible bone
yet I wither at the tone
of my gorgeous friend, size 0.

 

[Tzara]

13

I said I am size 10 and felt good
in denim, the curve a palmed apple.
She said oh in deadvoice and when
I said I was once size 14 she said
I didn't know as if I'd told her I'd survived
some unthinkable cancer.
I sprint up stairs and fly on visible bone
yet I wither at the tone
of my gorgeous friend, size 0.

Like, make it easy for me, babe.


Epigram for Dora, Kinda after Pope
with Implied Reference to Olympic Scoring,
Not That That's Appropriate at All

Size zero's simply nothing—empty, flat.
But ten? A thing all ways perfection, that.





I know. The title's longer than the "poem." Don't you have something better to do than count syllables?

 

[reneemyrenee]

#5 - i think courts time

I guess it's true, we write our own movies. Cause I wrote you into mine.
when I was almost blind you grew before me From ink to someone I could idolize.
tall and handsome soft and kind You knew feelings so I gave you mine.
and you have love inside.

I almost forgot you had a movie also that was running more swiftly, more swiftly than mine.
When it came time for you to go, you sat before me pulling tears from my eyes and stringing them on silk you made a necklace and a braclette an anklet and a halo and laying them before me you had a smile in your eye. You knew I had to trust you, to touch you to regain the jewels you had taken from my eyes.

I guess it's not so bad not having a prince charming when you leave presence like those behind

 

[Tzara]

14

Cruise
Just check out the latest from the Fun team.
—Carnival Line

I worried about tickets: not their charge,
because I thought that fixed, though all was not
included in the package. Gina fought
to keep our base expenses low, engage
some local folk who knew how to persuade
officials that Americans are not
all plutocrats. My god, we aren't—but
we're lucky to make ends meet, as they say.

This barter's un-American. I think
that native shopping's really quite a bore.
At least, on board they fix a decent drink—

although you really pay for it. I know,
because I've watched the bartender. His pour
is satisfactory. I tip him so.


.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

Thank you, Tz. I read live with my friend on Friday to an audience of about 50 people. I love her (and she really is gorgeous) but she does strike some insecurities off in me. It's my own baggage, clearly. Thank you for the encouragement. x

Like, make it easy for me, babe.


Epigram for Dora, Kinda after Pope
with Implied Reference to Olympic Scoring,
Not That That's Appropriate at All

Size zero's simply nothing—empty, flat.
But ten? A thing all ways perfection, that.





I know. The title's longer than the "poem." Don't you have something better to do than count syllables?

 

[reneemyrenee]

#6 - I Think

The Devil Will Get His Cum-up-ance - one way or another
and another day goes bye

Live destroyed but for a little rubber bag
use it and live - don't use it, oh it feels so good - and die

Sex can bring meaning to life and
sex can bring you to deaths door

Who is moral?
If I don't have sex out of wedlock and
lie.....
If I don't have sex out of wedlock and
steal....
If I don't have sex out of wedlock and
cheat......

The Devil Will Be Paid, he knows this,
and he doesn't mind waiting a good minute for pay day

Now why in the fuck does it have to be the Devil why not death
everything left to itself goes to decay
Now what does that really mean?

someone or thing somewhere is tending to......

I give you one hint....
it is a specific LAW of the universe
and thus it is the Devil and not just death

God/Creator of ........sex, made it beautiful
a life giving event
Death crept into it

USE YOUR CONDOMS EVERY TIME FOR EVERYTHING
if you can't find one, ask me, I give you one

but of course when you write about it
let go

 

[PandoraGlitters]

twenty nine

. . . . .

 

[Tzara]

Poem to be Read by Eight Ten-year-olds Wearing Fake Moustaches:

In the village I'm from all the dresses have sashes
and all of the men of the town wear moustaches.
Some are droopy moustaches that grow past the chin;
some are let to grow fat or trimmed very thin.
My father will stroke his moustache when he thinks.
My uncle will comb his to get out the kinks.
My grandfather's moustache is silvery white.
My grandmother's moustache is black as the night.
My brother refused a napkin from a waiter
to wipe out the crumbs he was saving for later.
So whether they're straight or as curved as eyelashes,
I know I am home when I see the moustaches.

Ok this is really silly but I honestly am trying to write a moustache poem for 10 year olds to read while wearing fake moustaches. I got a dozen fake moustaches for just $2 and want to do something with them.

This reminds me of Dr. Seuss, which is always a good thing.

 

[Tzara]

15

Trolling for Kink on eHarmony.com

Her email said, I'm exhibitionist.
"How lucky," I replied, "For I'm voyeur.
Our contract, well, except for force majeure,
Seems one that over time will still exist."

But my coy mistress introduced this twist:
There is one point of honor, de riguer.
It's easy—que vous donnez votre cœur
En paiement à moi. That was the gist

Of her short argument. She's French, you know,
And has nice legs and, oh, her other things
Inordinately thrill me down below.

I paid, of course, my heart. That's simply meat.
Contractions pump just blood—no zips, no zings.
Her body is what makes that beat complete.


.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

twenty nine

. . . . .

 

[Tzara]

16

Metamorphosis: A Romance

Samsa huddles like a bug
Beneath wallpaper of her life
Where just some seam has peeled away
From the safety of the wall.

He lies in wait of time to strike
So as to sip her luscious blood
So thick, so very red, so right,
As he's in love, quite parasite.

Felicia succumbed. Will you?
Some lies are way persuasive, eh?
He'll cosset you from Zed to A.
Just please don't mash him with your shoe.


.

 

[Tzara]

17

Drift

The Chelsea needs a poem, I know,
For Dylan, Leonard, even Sid
Who stabbed poor Nancy. God forbid
That I'd forget dear Henry, O.





Yes, I'm getting tired waiting for that Charley challenge thing. *drums fingers on desk* Like really tired. It's Lauren that's holding this up, isn't it?

Thought so.

 

[darkerdreamer]

1

We were living room rockstars,
I played Ziggy
while she spotted spiders.
Our joint sat forgotten in the ashtray
incense for our private show.

I didn't wear the makeup myself
just the collage that rubbed off from her.
Sweat and mascara speckled skin,
glam rock leopard.

We still put on the warped vinyl
for glorious reunion gigs,
those sticky nights still bring me back.



Can't thank you enough for your piece Tzara, gave me the first inspiration I've had to write in months.

 

[Tzara]

Can't thank you enough for your piece Tzara, gave me the first inspiration I've had to write in months.

Well, good. Good poem, too, 2D.

 

[Tzara]

18

Chainsaw Artist Retrospective
Off SR-706 Near Ashford, Washington

Bears and dragons, blocks of pine
gnawed through the phloem by Stihl teeth
wielded by some chick in an uplift bra,
Daisy Dukes and Oakley eyewear
at a semi-wide roadside near
our so, so lovely parc national—

it's just part of the whole experience,
like the buckshot peppered roadsigns,
the empty cans of beer, dead cigarettes,
the little plastic souvenirs from Guangzhou
your three year-old will try to eat
like a Flintstone's vitamin. Forget
the kitsch, the bumper sticker style,
the waste of perfect firewood, and chill

on the pure American perfection
of a crudely whittled owl, perched
fat and pleased as a Rodin bourgeois
in the scattered sawdust sideyard
of this convenience store/café,

a place that's nothing like the Louvre,
but where the fries are French, anyway.



For Cherie Currie, kind of.

 

[reneemyrenee]

OH Fuck It #7

like I said
fuck this

 

[PandoraGlitters]

Thirty

. . . . .

 

[darkerdreamer]

2 - Free thoughts on July of 2001

We always read books he shouldn't have opened
for years if not decades. But those were the ones he liked.
My cousin's late night reading sessions were filled with constants,

"What does that mean?"
"You have to say it with the scary voice!"

Gregor had a scary voice, even after I explained the bug man
wasn't scary at all.

"Do you know what ruminate means?"
"Sure, its when you turn something into a room: room-i-nate."

I let that one stick, when we built the tree-house
we didn't really build anything at all,
we just roominated the tree.

 

[Tzara]

19: Repurposed from elsewhere

Arc

The dead become undead, first day-by-day
Till, when like Judgment Day, the soil erupts
And buried souls ascend. This disarray,
This Power, is not power that corrupts
But balm to soothe the scar of winter's wound
Long dulled in dun, pre-equinoctial sun.
Demeter casts off mourning, strings festoons
In celebrating death that's not undone,
But put off for a time, her joy displayed
With hyperactive flair. But in the thrill
Of resurrection lives still pain, dismayed
Her daughter's rosy bloom will later chill,
Become autumnal, icy, and succumb
Again to Hades—frozen, fallow, dumb.


.

 

[butters]

Arc

The dead become undead, first day-by-day
Till, when like Judgment Day, the soil erupts
And buried souls ascend. This disarray,
This Power, is not power that corrupts
But balm to soothe the scar of winter's wound
Long dulled in dun, pre-equinoctial sun.
Demeter casts off mourning, strings festoons
In celebrating death that's not undone,
But put off for a time, her joy displayed
With hyperactive flair. But in the thrill
Of resurrection lives still pain, dismayed
Her daughter's rosy bloom will later chill,
Become autumnal, icy, and succumb
Again to Hades—frozen, fallow, dumb.


.

But balm to soothe the scar of winter's wound
just saying that is soothing!

enjoying your writing, T