Be-in
drums bongo
from a shady section
of Liberty Park on Sunday
(the hippies had been holding
gatherings there on the beginning
of the week for at least thirty years).
It was the drums -- not the hippies -- they are an added bonus
that drew me to the place.
take me to a scene of
intertwining bodies/hemp/pot
a free-for-all dance
however one may move
women connect kiss on blankets
I watch parents put flowers in their daughter's
hair
We are either energized, spiritualized, or just high
as the punks as me for a smoke
I realize how much I'm skipping
ready to ripple inside
could be quite an illusion
under squinting sun
how much of this is free?
"Other," -- ah, the allure of the bongo. true rebellion.
By: Theadora
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Monday, January 7, 2008
My Drag
My Drag
Lorraine and lesbianism grew out of me. Somewhere there was a deep connection to womanhood, to professional attire, makeup. Am I genderfucking? Lorraine, the woman inside me, exists because notions exist. She is my excuse for pretending. She may as well be the false nose ring, the provoking question, the Catholic worker, the wymyn-loving-wymyn-loving-birkenstocks, and the tube of lipstick. Is she real? I can't tell the difference anymore.
"I am alone and no one understands my pain" -- I seriously felt that any time I asserted my womanhood, I was faking. It was my drag. Yet it was my community (as evidenced by the earlier poems).
By: Theodora
Lorraine and lesbianism grew out of me. Somewhere there was a deep connection to womanhood, to professional attire, makeup. Am I genderfucking? Lorraine, the woman inside me, exists because notions exist. She is my excuse for pretending. She may as well be the false nose ring, the provoking question, the Catholic worker, the wymyn-loving-wymyn-loving-birkenstocks, and the tube of lipstick. Is she real? I can't tell the difference anymore.
"I am alone and no one understands my pain" -- I seriously felt that any time I asserted my womanhood, I was faking. It was my drag. Yet it was my community (as evidenced by the earlier poems).
By: Theodora
i want to give you a hug
i want to give you a hug
because i am enamored with you
it's important for you to be
familiar with your own body
your breasts are not going
to feel like a bowl of jelly
or raspberry jelly
i am quite tactile and getting a mini breast
to lump-search is very fun to squeeze
now i'm holding a testicle
"obvious metaphors," "more than like"
By: Theodora
because i am enamored with you
it's important for you to be
familiar with your own body
your breasts are not going
to feel like a bowl of jelly
or raspberry jelly
i am quite tactile and getting a mini breast
to lump-search is very fun to squeeze
now i'm holding a testicle
"obvious metaphors," "more than like"
By: Theodora
Oh: One Love Poem
I want you to come back to this town.
I want to show you the lake again and I wish we had
actually held each other
like we used to and sometimes I'd rather be inside your
sweatshirt than "No G.O.P. 1988."
I want to talk to you about my gender issues,
which aren't really issues at all,
just normal
and I love your guitar
i didn't do my college comp homework
or my Spanish
but you, I did you
"more than like," "obvious metaphors"
By: Theodora
I want to show you the lake again and I wish we had
actually held each other
like we used to and sometimes I'd rather be inside your
sweatshirt than "No G.O.P. 1988."
I want to talk to you about my gender issues,
which aren't really issues at all,
just normal
and I love your guitar
i didn't do my college comp homework
or my Spanish
but you, I did you
"more than like," "obvious metaphors"
By: Theodora
I Have A Lot To Say (But I Can't Say It)
I Have A Lot To Say (But I Can't Say It)
pretend to be an adult
who has a curfew
listening to Tori Amos'
"Strange Little Girls"
Ah, I'm in love.
"yes, I know what
you think of me
you never shut up."
"Ode Poems" -- I was really into Tori Amos.
By: Theodora
pretend to be an adult
who has a curfew
listening to Tori Amos'
"Strange Little Girls"
Ah, I'm in love.
"yes, I know what
you think of me
you never shut up."
"Ode Poems" -- I was really into Tori Amos.
By: Theodora
I can see Sitting Bull
Que Hora Es?
time for land
use and imperialism
I can see Sitting Bull
over there --
shadow puppet mechanics --
[teacher]likescountrymusic[teacher]likespunkrock
are two independent clauses
(represented by a tape dispenser
and stapler)
that cannot be spliced by a comma
or stuck together
[teacher]likes...
"the car is always a comforting place for
me
unless i'm pissed" (says a student next to me)
there's nothin' wrong with that sentence, people! there's nothin'
wrong with Sitting Bull!
only a wimpy comma
"Pointless Rambling Poems," "other" -- "found poem" of Junior year English class
By: Theodora
time for land
use and imperialism
I can see Sitting Bull
over there --
shadow puppet mechanics --
[teacher]likescountrymusic[teacher]likespunkrock
are two independent clauses
(represented by a tape dispenser
and stapler)
that cannot be spliced by a comma
or stuck together
[teacher]likes...
"the car is always a comforting place for
me
unless i'm pissed" (says a student next to me)
there's nothin' wrong with that sentence, people! there's nothin'
wrong with Sitting Bull!
only a wimpy comma
"Pointless Rambling Poems," "other" -- "found poem" of Junior year English class
By: Theodora
Please Don't Turn Valve
Please Don't Turn Valve
i hoped to pull it off/
speaking to the rock
it didn't go so well, me & the/stone
on the ground with a luggage/tag
"please don't turn valve
pipes leak."
in black marker/gold thread
i thought, how appropriate
since a rock can be pushed
don't want to sit cold-faced nor be
chased off a cliff by a boulder.
"Obvious Metaphors," "Other" "White Middle Class Feminist Hippie Oppression"
By: Theodora
i hoped to pull it off/
speaking to the rock
it didn't go so well, me & the/stone
on the ground with a luggage/tag
"please don't turn valve
pipes leak."
in black marker/gold thread
i thought, how appropriate
since a rock can be pushed
don't want to sit cold-faced nor be
chased off a cliff by a boulder.
"Obvious Metaphors," "Other" "White Middle Class Feminist Hippie Oppression"
By: Theodora
Nerd
imprint in the grass
Michelob light smooth draft
whoever dropped
the glass bottle must have
a need for lean golden
woman in pink talking on her cell phone
in a white car
slender petals peer
with black center
"Pointless Rambling Poems -- I really thought addiction and alcoholism was the coolest, most romantic thing in the world. Hence all my poems about 'hitting the bottle' when I led a very squeaky clean lifestyle. We're back to 2004.
By: Theodora
Michelob light smooth draft
whoever dropped
the glass bottle must have
a need for lean golden
woman in pink talking on her cell phone
in a white car
slender petals peer
with black center
"Pointless Rambling Poems -- I really thought addiction and alcoholism was the coolest, most romantic thing in the world. Hence all my poems about 'hitting the bottle' when I led a very squeaky clean lifestyle. We're back to 2004.
By: Theodora
Sipping
teapot is plastic pink
feminitea steeping
raspberries with rough warrior
skins
lid is closed
my lid is closed
translucent drinking abuzz
with herb closed soon
it will be bus-catching time
but i spent a doll-
ar eighty-eight on
magenta calmness.
i can sit for a while.
handle skinny -- half a heart?
cuts through the opening
i look through the shape
browser's is outlined in bright
outlined my eyes
are
pink tea hearts
as a group of three women
my sisters
cross the street in the rain
By: Theodora
feminitea steeping
raspberries with rough warrior
skins
lid is closed
my lid is closed
translucent drinking abuzz
with herb closed soon
it will be bus-catching time
but i spent a doll-
ar eighty-eight on
magenta calmness.
i can sit for a while.
handle skinny -- half a heart?
cuts through the opening
i look through the shape
browser's is outlined in bright
outlined my eyes
are
pink tea hearts
as a group of three women
my sisters
cross the street in the rain
By: Theodora
Jujubes
we eyed the box/homosexuality
and its genetic/origins
want some jujubes?/
don't let gender frame you in/let's shred
cardboard and the binary on the floor/
look, you're already defying roles women
aren't supposed to break stuff up
and i know i am
a man so am i supposed to break stuff up?
society gone with each candy eaten and
every box top lost
"I am alone and no One Understands My Pain" "obvious metaphor poems" -- o.k., this is where I start writing about transgender stuff. in 2005. really, I was at a concert and I stole someone's jujubes and we started shredding the box. that's where all the best imagery comes from, right?
By: Theodora
and its genetic/origins
want some jujubes?/
don't let gender frame you in/let's shred
cardboard and the binary on the floor/
look, you're already defying roles women
aren't supposed to break stuff up
and i know i am
a man so am i supposed to break stuff up?
society gone with each candy eaten and
every box top lost
"I am alone and no One Understands My Pain" "obvious metaphor poems" -- o.k., this is where I start writing about transgender stuff. in 2005. really, I was at a concert and I stole someone's jujubes and we started shredding the box. that's where all the best imagery comes from, right?
By: Theodora
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