Monday, March 28, 2011

Saturday Night Sniffles

from Twisted Princesses

Saturday Night Sniffles

Saturday Night I sought the fever
but all I found were the sniffles.

It wasn't your fault.
You were wonderful,
beautiful, magical,
vivacious, dynamic,
delicious, delectable,
and divine.

I was delirious,
whacked out on cold medicine and your smile.

I was looking forward to Saturday,
and you,
and poetry.

Your poetry
my poetry
the poetry we could make.

But first we heard the professionals.
As we listened.
I understood why they're as paid
as my dues aren't.

I listened
To the poets and the language of your body.

Without touching you I imagined how you felt.
Your breasts straining under thin cotton
stretching your longsleeved
green and white ywca tshirt
The firm curve of your jeans.
Red white and blue panties peeking out.

I felt each time you trembled and didn't know it,
I felt the abandon when you laughed out loud
at the words.

I watched the windowshades of your soul roll
up and open so fast
the spring rod kept spinning for a minute.

I wanted to write a poem that could do that.
I want you to blush when you hear it.

Dinner was fine,
3-2 beer and sloppy hamburgers.
You were still glowing,
growing brighter when I
suggested your place for poetry,
with a quick stop at the liquor mart on the way.

You called me a functioning alcoholic
and asked my last name.

I told you and I blamed it
on my Irish and Cherokee heritage.

Then it was Van Gogh's ear and Rachmoninoff,
until you said, "Enough Ginsberg!"
and we laughed and agreed
he just went too far, sometimes.

Then you read to me of breasts,
and the beloved, and death.

I couldn't take my eyes off you.

I listened to your lips
and the language of your body.

The words dripped from your tongue
like sweat from the small of your arched back
should have been dripping on the mattress.

Your nipples pressed against thin cotton,
through your pink "I have issues" tanktop.
I asked you where I could
get a shirt written in braille.

What I wanted to say was
nothing at all.

I wanted to touch you,
whisper poetry in your ear,
inhale the scent of your hair.

But I had the sniffles,
I couldn't speak my soul through a kleenex.

So we played cribbage
when we were too drunk to sightread.

Laughing and talking through my snotty nose
till we couldn't keep our eyes open.

I went through a whole box of tissues
and a six pack of red stripe.

I'm looking forward to next time,
And you,
And poetry.
Your poetry.
My poetry.

The poetry we can make,
When I throw my words through your window
And the shades snap up.
And you can see your soul
Reflected in my eyes.

I'll feel you tremble without you knowing it.
I'll feel the abandon when you cry out loud...
At my touch.
Sometime after I'm over
the Saturday night sniffles.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

New Toy, New Reading, Old Poem

Starting next Wednesday, March 30th, I'll be hosting an open mic down at the Brick and Mortar in Cocoa Village.

So I went over budget and got me a handy-dandy little digital recorder box thing. It's only a little bigger than my cell-phone and delivers album quality stereo digital recording.

The idea is that I'll record the open mic performances, get permission from the artists to broadcast their work, and do a monthly podcast featuring the best of the bunch.

To test out the gear and the podcast service, I did a quick version of "I Wanna Dance Like Gene Kelley" which you can listen to, here.

To subscribe to the podcast, and get fresh content as soon as it's delivered, use this link.

Monday, March 7, 2011

News and such

Man, I have been busy as Smurfette on payday lately, so have fallen off the blogging for a bit, but will be coming back as life settles in.

Tonight, March 7th, 2011, I will be performing some poetry at the 321 Local, I don't know exactly what time, but I've got a ten-minute set settled and am going to be sandwiched in between some rock bands or some such.

Sounds like a good time. Here's the info.

In other news, brick and mortar has asked me to start an open mic series at their storefront down in Cocoa Village.

I'll be there every 4th Friday, starting March 25th. The intent is to build community and get a slam team together and ready to compete in the 2012 National Poetry Slam.

And, I've set up a podcast. The first episode is a audio collage featuring George Bush and Darth Vader. Go Check it out.

Oh, and go check out my books, too. You need some new literature in your life.

So I gotta hop on the ten speed and ride to work, see you at the 321 local tonight!
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