Rallentanda
Friday, October 5, 2012
B B Homemaker Stars in Post Modern Prose Poem
rub a dub dub
scrubbing the tub
repairing the car
firing up the chicken
drinking martinis
reading novels
ok i can't do any more than this i will make a sign and crash tackle him with a pair of garden shears when he gets home and force him to give me an answer in writing on a blackboard so i can take it to my myopic lawyer along with footage of the distress he has caused me ruining my makeup turning me into a drunk,now i wear gawdy rings shop at sexy lingerie stores by refusing to get me a houseboy i have to crawl around myself in skimpy knickers on the bedroom carpet looking for my car keys and private notes that i write to myself in invisible ink blinded by thick runny mascara choking on the burning and fumes coming from the kitchen he knew i wanted a flamingo park just a small one all i wanted was everything i wanted in matching shades of pink fur
i cry
i drink
i smoke
i'm just a slave
all i wanted
was everything
and by next week
i probably will
get it
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ha. its amazing how powerful we make the others in our lives....they control us...and we have no personal responsibility....and by next week you might cause the system rewards that
ReplyDeletethat what? you are truanting from class I think:)
ReplyDeleteMy next post in the series (up sometime in Nov) may interest you as we'll explore something you hit on with this post. Here you do an excellent job of using Beyonce's alter ego or persona satire to compliment, expand, and interact with your poem. The short action lines that lead into your prose rant (love 'private notes that i write to myself in invisible ink' btw) and spin back to action lines is very clever. Incisive, tongue-in-cheek, and fiery, much enjoyed!
ReplyDeleteYes, we're free for our own thing after the month. But not so fast. Kris brought a similar daily meme in his new Carpe Diem for Oct. Here we go again! Nicely Rall!
ReplyDeleteHank
Excellent haiku.
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