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Shut Up

by

Vendetta

She wasn't the one
With the orangeapple dapple
or the kiwi kill
She can make me eat, but she
Can't make me spill
She wanted
somnolent insolence and
sweet red wine
I served some rude fuck whiskey in 'bout
half the time
Her slit was
neck to navel, and I dived in
I wanna
kiss her all over, at least
ass to chin

Forget the face
Forget the face
She thinks she's
SO pretty so for
get the face

I'll only kiss places
that make no sound
She'll have to
Eat her words, when I come 'round
And she'll never be full, until I
fill her up
And I can
spill her glass
And I can
Kill her cup

She said she'd lick

limes
And swallow meringue
But her voice was too close
To where I hang
So I shut her up
with my salad glove

A word is so close to lips
And so far from love

Littlefrogangelbreath

by

Vendetta

Oh littlefrogangelbreath
How I dread
the onset of bubblegum
The restless industry of your cells
pushing you perfectly baby to girl
I almost waste
this fierceperfectlove by wishing
we'd always breathe here in the semi-dark
your tiny hand on my breast
my heart so, so full

Oh my perfect "corazon"
how I trepidate
upon the onslaught of youth
a snake shedding skin upon skin too quickly for counting
You are each day a new sweetlove
A different color of dawn

Girls Are So Desperate

by

Vendetta

I leaned at the corner in my shortest skirt
as Death drove slowly by
I even walked up to his car
But he said he had a wife and kids at home
and was only looking

I sent Death a dozen roses-- I broke the rules
and called him (a nice girl would never)
He relented and met me briefly
in Charlie's bar
But he only let me go down

I broke into Death's house
I wore my Delicious face
and my Lonely stilettos
I jimmied the lock on his safe and rolled in his money
I was sprawled on his bed when he walked in
He's so classy, he never called the cops
Just had his own Security see me out

I wrote death a letter. I told him I'd been to rehab
I had a clear head and knew what I wanted
I'd be his no matter what I had to do
I was eagerly awaiting his reply with a whole bouquet of hosannahs

Death sent a brief note. " You must know I get these offers from many girls. Forget me and find someone your own age. If you attempt contact again, please know I retain an excellent lawyer."

Boredom

by

Vendetta

I rested my chin in my hands and said
"I really don't like your irreverent tone"
He rested his face in my lap instead
Laughing, "Hold my tongue while you hold your own!"

I scratched my chin with the edge of my novel.
Implied what I read was better than this.
Intoned I intended to make him grovel
Insured I endured a spectacular kiss.

Gack!

by

Vendetta

My poem "Untitled" should have been called "Trinity"
And I spelled "proffer" "profer," admittedly dimwittedly
For makers of mistakes, I feel a great affinity
I hate mistakes, even when I'm writing quite bullshittedly

Untitled

by

Vendetta

It was Roman in the gloamin' when she proferred up some wine
I said, "Oh , dear, your offer is so very Clementine,"
She laughed and tossed her tendrils as she stole away a kiss
"Young son, I do believe that you are reading into this--
if anything, sad scoffer, it's a simple clematis!"

Said I, "Lady, not so simple is your flower with three cups
Not so sweet as it is sour is this gift you offer up--
It is more a widow's dower than a maiden's honesty
In Rome one must beware of things that branch out into three
Pater potter, son and syne, now spare it, spirit-- oui!"

She did not like my mix of tongues-- she thought it rather weak
She took her wine to share anon with someone who would speak
a Latin clear, concise and spare, and would her flower seek
And as she left she let me know she found me rather Greek.

Lily oh Lili

by

Vendetta

Here in my heart a white lily
carefully I do not touch it
I am afraid for its safety
After all, flowers
are not afraid for themselves, are they?
Lili needs someone to fear for her
someone to watch underneath the dark waters
Someone to attest, after the storm has wiped away acres
that Lili existed and was the most lovely
Someone better than I-- I am greedy for her scent
eager for her petals, and all too cautious
of the swamp beneath my own stand

Pearls be for Swine!

by

Vendetta

Happily we left Eden
we'd always wondered what was out there anyway
And I LIKE clothes, and you LIKE shoes, and we were tired of the fruits of the earth
Silly garden with everything where we want it
You would have grown fat, my love, and your nakedness wasted
Here in the naughty dark in the great outdoors
we roll like dirty angels across the floor of Heaven
Someday the sons and daughters of our sons' daughters and our daughters' sons
Will worship cable TV and drip marshmallow fluff onto the pages of Vanity Fair as the room fills with the smell of sloppy love, their cells remembering
that curiosity cannot kill these cats

Leona and the Pander-Man

by

Vendetta

He filled the room with monkeys
He had turned the room on its side so the door was on top
He dropped the monkeys in one by one, holding them away from his body by their tails, a look of disgust on his face as they twisted, screeching, in his grasp
And his girlfriend wouldn't laugh

He poured a bowl of stillness
He tipped his hat to a sky that ripped neatly down a dotted line
He chewed a wad of sawdust while he waited
And she bloated up with beauty

She was like tree-sap knowing smugly it will someday be amber
She was quite like the cardboard on a rich man's sandwich
She was elegantly stupid but he brushed the shame from her
tongue

He hired her a shaman at great expense
Or maybe he got high with the showman at great expense
She wasn't listening anyway

He ripped up the tickets to the dope show
No, he wrapped up takeout at the dojo
No, he stood in line for the girl who had knock-knees
No, she was a knockout and he was a dirty dog who had to trip her to lick her face

Oh, he was so tired and the voices were spinning
hers rising above in a shrill like the carnival
She was making it with a clown or maybe a cannibal
Or a crossbreed of both, a clown who doesn't need the tiny car, just grates his brothers over his pointed teeth until they disappear

And the crowd goes wild

Still

by

Vendetta

I have to admit, my beauties, my dear ones
that even now, with your love
I still some days feel I am whistling towards doom

Some days I still wake up pushing
on a lead blanket, still suffering
the indignities I once ate with a spoon

I still sometimes suddenly realize
how utterly ridiculous I am and look and sound
I still bite down on shame like a tinfoil sundae

However, I want you to know
how much sweeter life is now, how much better I feel
How much happier I am to greet mornings, how vivid
are colors, how sure and strong is love

I imagine I am a miner's lung,
which after dancing a cancer-dance at the miner's behest
now grows tentatively stronger within his chest
as he rocks on his porch in a peaceful retirement

Or a salmon, that once darted eagerly like a tongue
now battered and nearly beaten, that dares to rest
in a quieter place, now that his spending is spent

I am trying to tell you that I begin to believe I've arrived
I am throwing together these ragbag words
I am sliding down sentences like a kid on a cookie-tray
slides down stairs; I am looking forward to our tomorrows
as if they were good bread baking in the oven
as if they were all I knew

Too Much

by

Vendetta

You're a beautiful girl
But you're a little too much for me
I'm a drunk
And I always will be

I like your hair
but you speak too quickly
And you want things

I'm just the pilot of this body
Up here way behind the eyes
I can barely even steer this hulk
Some days I wreck it

You come in laughing
You hurt my head
You want winters and mornings
Your needs are unabashed

I understand you are a commodity
I grasp that you won't wait too long
I don't want you to
You're a little too much for me
I'm a drunk and I always will be

Bathwater Baby

by

Vendetta

As I begin to write, there is thunder outside--
No, really, there is, and it makes me shudder
Because the question in my writing is, have I dreamed you?

Though I flatter myself to have come up with you,
will you suddenly be gone? You have that look,
and that odd ethereal feel, and those huge eyes...

You make me want to pin you down, hold you to the page--
in dreams, when I try to read, the words leapfrog and change, and you are a word, aren't you?

You are the word love and the word protect and the word all-I-ever-wanted

I am trying to hunt you with words, I am wasting light, I am doubting the most wonderful gift a universe could give...

You are my child. I AM that lucky. Things can be that simple.

Salvation

by

Vendetta

Rescuing lovebugs from the water pail
Killing ants (delighting in the shoveling
of homes-- you bit me once!)
Romping, galumphing, spreading glee
and dirt, choosing
what stays (flowers) what goes (weeds)
Mine, mine, mine create destroy
Beneath a sunny day--
dragonflies save themselves.

I Would Like

by

Vendetta

I would like

I would like to kiss

you.

This may be inappropriate
This may be the best thing I've ever done

You are definitely outside my tribe
You are certainly strong like a new boat
You are, absolutely

I would like

I would like to sail with you
out until the water will hold
out until the light grows dim
Out until the sky goes dark.

You are what the time won't keep
You are what the grabbing's for
You are where the hurry is.

And I promise I will never go back
And I swear that I won't ask for more.

Well, In Relation

by

Vendetta

Well, in relation to what you've told me
My own fears are pipsqueaks-- I have to ask
do you remember the sunny side of the day
when it flipped upside down and left you hanging
over bright structures?

Yes, a relative kind of madness
and one that forces me to say I'm okay I'm okay
even as bats pick at my insides--

Trite, I know, but I am falling, falling
Falling over green waters to shapes below
Watching the prow of the wave cut its gleaming toward me
'til I swallow light.

I am done, I am done, I tell you
It was over before it began
But what you've coughed up is so stunning--

Nursing Haiku

by

Vendetta

Wet in the warm sand
Little fish nibbles my breast
Little fish grows strong

Luis de la Playa!

by

Vendetta

Luis del Calle de los Calalobos
I ask if you are me
I turn my glance away from those prettier than you
For you are good like bread and they rot my teeth as they sharpen their own... Luis! I taste beer and am lost, Luis...I know you want to like me

..Luis? Thank you for the walk in the crisp air, and for letting me do it myself-- for letting me feel the tearing
For arguing for me, though it upsets you, Luis, though it disgusts you--

and though you are timeless I think you feel a little

Rose

by

Vendetta

At Death's funeral
We all burned flowers
And the scent, as of sweet straw singeing, stinging with chrysanthemum
Rose through the crematorium
Like the breath of heaven
Only stronger, and lower--

Layers of Illusion

by

Vendetta

Oh, the waste that was no waste
that swallowed itself up
that kissed its own face
oh, the anchor that never weighed

the words that were not a sentence

the momentum
once i dropped those mementos

the lovely tang of fear
beneath the unafraid

This Enormous Room

by

Vendetta

No longer satisfied enough
with this enormous room
we want to be outside
no matter how tiny
the landscape

and afraid
the landscape might be small indeed
picture an island
that holds a house extending
even to the shores

there were no windows

and we had only read of
other lands

Capers and Ditties

by

Vendetta

Capers and ditties and that is all
simply a breathless kind of dance
words and movements and I install
a fixture's been unused since
Clumsy carpenter vexed, slow wits
deaf to the ear and tin to the brain
damsel distressed by my fumbling mitts
low am I, and hard to train
Ditties and capers and suicide
some kind of Ophelia, none at all
Splint'ry the boards which up I pried
Sweet the posies as up I fall
Rosemary remembrance, oh parsley sage
flies on the wall get quite a show
a carpenter poor on a carpenter's wage
deserves his extra pittance, you know.