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Ha!! Me, too…

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Poof* Take MY water

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thank you for maple syrup

Do you think

Canadians feel like

they occupy

the spacious attic

of hell?

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nom noms

men are

comfort

food

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Third Friday Salon @ The Rapp Saloon 12.19.14 Santa Monica, California

You are cordially invited to attend the

Third Friday Salon @ The Rapp Saloon

featuring

Alicia Young

Vachine

Alexis Rhone Fancher

Music by: Daniela Podobea, Tom Gramlich, Guido the Bass Player, Jean-Louis Boudreau,

and Derf Reklaw

December 19, 2014

8:30 pm

1436 2cd Street Santa Monica, California, 90401

presented by the beautiful and gracious Elena Secota

.

Women will swoon.

Men will beg.

The poetry will drip from our lips like honey.

Music will soothe us.

Arias will propel our souls to heaven

Gods shall weep.

Bass strings will be plucked.

Enchantment shall be the order of the night.

And plenty of snappy dressers!

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my oven has died

my oven has died

as my buoyant soul has no need for it

.

pulled to the middle of the kitchen floor

an asphyxia case in need of cpr

gasping 

of a burned out ignitor

.

mr. repairman

is an hourn’half delinquent

of his 9 to noon service window

.

he made me miss my lunch date

.

i stand hand on hip

in a dress

from a November 1954 edition

of vogue magazine

my whimsy contained

by a tea length line of buttons

concealing

a cat on a hot tin roof southern slip

because i hold a firm belief

the maytag man should be met

with a combination of elizabeth taylor

and donna reed

.

sylvias’s ghost stands behind me

eyebrow raised commenting

“good thing you had no plans to make one of my dishes tonight”

i call her a tramp

we laugh like conspiring sisters

.

 

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ode to persimmon





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