Electricity (Critique 7)

Inspired by Mike Doughty's "From a Gas Station Outside Providence"

caresses

Electricity, Man Ray

filtered through the glaring light
of webpages
you are not connected
to the internet
thin line of imagined closeness
like a dark corridor between
two houses in suburbia
that look exactly the same

fierce keyboard touches
such empty bodies
I kiss you with
cell phone lips
Mark Zuckerberg is in control
of my relationship
and I want to beg for it back

smiley face, winky face, heart
I love you
eight letters
three words
what font? what size? what spelling?

I want
the smell of your neck
when your cologne mixes with
your sweat
I want
your caterpillar scruff
when it coaxes my jive

the royal blue bannered filter
for socially awkward gestures
of love
interrupts

the electricity dances inside me
and dies
before it gets to you

Scribbles (Exercise 7)

My mind is: 

a cinder block being pushed down a hill

a heavy door closing on my finger tips

crusty bird poop matted in my hair

a beautiful bouquet of artificial flowers

a marking made in pencil

My mind is jello made to stand on its own. 

Salvador Dali, Temptation of St. Anthony

Beginning (Exercise 6)

Nude in a Wood, Henri Matisse

when I was a child I breathed fairy dust
pastel colored tutus, fluffy tulle, a pair of mother's heels
I stripped my barbies of their tops and bottoms
and stared at the naked plastic
squished barbie and ken together just so just so
just so their shiny silicone bellies touched
when I was a child I didn't understand
I still don't know
how to understand
how to understand
how to understand
how body jelly
congeals.

Incarnation of Unfinished Book Reports (Critique 6)

Father had already thrown the paper at the girl before Mother knew what was going on. Tall, wide, and loud, Father followed the girl around the room with his waggling sausage finger and boisterous voice something about a book report and why haven't you and this isn't good enough and why and paper flies  hot from the warmth of the printer and hot from tears that won't stop coming like his words they drop heavily from his mouth like guttural growls of a bear about to pounce and the girl tries to hide. The chase moves around the house, bear charging toward gazelle and mother appears, standing frozen, watching it all, as tiny feet scramble trying to walk backwards, away from the hands, but suddenly there is no place left to walk and--

Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bumblebee around a Pomegranate a Second Before Awakening, Salvador Dali