Had a good night at Plasticine Poetry Sunday. Sizable house, sold some chap books, signed a couple of them, got cash in hand (which I always declare), had my set recorded by Myke Mazzei for a future cd. Charlie Petch always the perfect host (except when they aren’t there & I end up as the imperfect host).
Heather Wood had the first feature spot. She read a story that will be in ‘The Anthology of Modern Fables’ – a fun piece about a cell-phone with telepathic abilities (I wish I had one with pre-call warning). She then did a stroll through ‘Roll With It’ – following one specific plot thread to it resolution in an Olympic figure skating routine. A well structured set.
I was up next with my raunch attack. Pacing is key for me to keep flow of a set natural and to take, I hope, listeners with me. The first few pieces were sort of innocent, early, hunger-for-sex that weren’t overly explicit. Then each piece became more direct, always with a buffer of humor. As expected “my cock is so big/ it gives Freudians nightmares” brought the house down, as did: “he dropped his pants to release/ the creature from the porn lagoon/ thicker than the accents/ of an entire Brazilian water polo team”
Jeff Cottrill started the second set. We have featured together a few times before – for some reason putting two big, bald, funny guys on stage is hard to resist – but our sense of irony & humor couldn’t be more different. I loved his ‘Love Letter’ – how tell a woman she’s beautiful without objectifying her. It was great to hear his post-modern self-reflective parody ‘Review of this piece.’
Final feature was Carolyn Smart – she did a strong set of new pieces about Bonnie and Clyde. Her writing is simple, direct and emotional. She seems to avoid images that would distract us for the raw emotions and violence of their lives. Sadly her books were scooped away before I could buy one.
The excellent line-up of open stagers that opened and closed the show – including Lizzie Violet, Vanessa McGowen – sets the bar high for us features.
Unfinished
whisps of chin hair
glasses a la skater punk nerd
he laughed about starbuck’s coffee
even tossed out a latin phrase
which wasn’t what I wanted tripping from his tongue
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a frisky feel in the dark corner of the bar
made it clear he was packing more
than his uber baggy jeans reveled
when we got back to his place
he dropped his pants to reveal
the creature from the porn lagoon
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thicker than the accents
of an entire Brazillian water polo team
balls emu eggs in the palms of my hands
skin was cozy tattooed flannel
his tongue a whispering clock
tasted of unripe apples
his teeth warm endlessly round ice crystals
melted drooling draining
each step of the ten thousand to the temple
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his nipples express train rush pressure
immersion into the gutteral swamp of gasps
arm pits salt seasoned licorice tampura teasing
stomach muscle dunes
sahara but not parched for long
as we shifted camel humps
burdened with a growing growling treasure
an oasis of pubic eden cillia
savory basil black fresh crushed rushed
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the creature from the porn lagoon
an already oozing fountain
watermelon baby power
his trembling tip lip touch
tumble choices chances escaping grasps
pushing back for more torrent torment
his laugh now clinking unfinished
coffee cups of memory
That’s So 50 Shades of Gay
(Chapter titles)
gay tripper
gay dream believer
gay by gay
tomorrow is another gay
our gay will come
what a difference a gay makes
our gayly bread
gay of the triffids
the gay after tomorrow
independence gay
give us this gay
the gays of our lives
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wayback in 2012 🙂