Showing posts with label poem 39. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem 39. Show all posts

Thursday, March 4, 2010

on a spectrum from intense to flitty

rhythmic fast feet
passion
building to climax
after climax
flashing eyes
wild skirts
machismo/feminina
frowning
tense eyebrows
eyebrow wrinkles
guitar, singing, footwork
tense, separarate fingers
back bends
low plies/ lunges
low leg
inwardly rotated upper arm
Spanish (speaking, looking)
perform what's been passed down
"really" Spanish
"really" gypsy
frilly skirts
black and red
flowers in hair
polka dots
big earrings
hair falling down
low bun

homogenization
exoticing

Saturday, February 27, 2010

I could write poems
about everything I feel
I’ll never know
or death or death or
death or earth or
earth blood
or caged animals in
bed together trying to
decide who is the
meanest of them all.