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Muse
I imagine her lying in bed
luxurious covers about her
orange fabrics draped
from her teal walls
soft comforting pillows
easing her warm curves
I would if I could
slip inside those covers
not to offend but to comfort
to gently move my body
to rest against hers
quietly in the night.
t.t.t.
Oh Shit Oh Dear
There is a wisdom that is woe. There is a woe that is madness.
~Neko Case
Born in war
sent to war
too old for war
and still the wars
keep coming
babies making babies
population bombs
planetary suicide
exploding people
how unbecoming
Strap-on bombs
killer drones
kids unsafe
at any speed—
simply stunning
do good, be good
romance the past
doesn’t matter
you swim in oil
coastal gumming.
#4 NaPoWriMo2013
Fingernail history
Nice manicure!
Looking good!
and not too long
sweetly short
not too long
not too long
not too long
not too long
not too long yet
not too long yet
not too long yet
not too long yet
not too long yet
not too long yet
HOW IN THE HELL DID THESE THINGS ON THE ENDS OF MY FINGERS GET DO FUCKING LONG!?
~t.t.t.
Anne Carson
Carson did admit … that part of her desire to learn Greek came from her childhood desire to be Oscar Wilde—classically educated, elegantly dressed, publicly witty.
I asked her when she stopped wanting this.
“I didn’t,” she said. “Who could stop? It’s unachieved, as yet.”
~Sam Anderson, The Inscrutable Brilliance of Anne Carson, The New York Times
The article you read to me
the one about Anne Carson
the brilliant woman who writes
through side angles of mind
flipping brains with surprises
throwing mental curve balls
made you wish you were smarter
you said as you laughed it away
and I, feeling sad, wished
I were younger and making
different choices, following
different paths, becoming
Anne Carson.
~Tito Titus
(via titotitus)
Dear Annie
I’m not as naked as I used to be
(not that I wouldn’t like to be)
(my days became years)
but when I hear your nameI become excited, remembering
a time ago when
I stood motionless for you.
Anne Carson
Carson did admit … that part of her desire to learn Greek came from her childhood desire to be Oscar Wilde—classically educated, elegantly dressed, publicly witty.
I asked her when she stopped wanting this.
“I didn’t,” she said. “Who could stop? It’s unachieved, as yet.”
~Sam Anderson, The Inscrutable Brilliance of Anne Carson, The New York Times
The article you read to me
the one about Anne Carson
the brilliant woman who writes
through side angles of mind
flipping brains with surprises
throwing mental curve balls
made you wish you were smarter
you said as you laughed it away
and I, feeling sad, wished
I were younger and making
different choices, following
different paths, becoming
Anne Carson.
~Tito Titus
Homecoming
He showed me The TV Room first. An empty room with a bare floor painted white to match the walls and ceiling. The room had no furnishings, other than a mid-twentieth century wooden television console, also painted white. Unplugged, picture tube against a wall. He asked if I liked it. I mumbled something neither of us understood.
Next he showed me The Laundry Room. It has a dryer and washer, he said. When he opened the door I saw a green pistol grip antique hair dryer, perhaps from an industrial design museum, hanging from a hook in the ceiling, blowing hot air down on a leathery skinned and toothless old Mexican woman. She scrubbed yellowing clothes on a wood framed washboard that she held in an oval metal tub. Her knuckles were skinned. The dark gray water carried no suds.
And here is The Bedroom, he said. He opened the door and I saw a crowded dormitory. Men and women sat on the sides of their beds, rocking to dead tunes. Some paced, as if leaving pain but not knowing the way. Others hugged themselves, seeking comfort from living.
“I would rather have a private bedroom,” I said.
No you wouldn’t he said. And besides, you don’t have the choice. Would you like to see The Bathroom?
“No,” I said, “I do not want to see the bathroom.”
Yes, you do, he said. You want to see it.
“I have seen enough,” I said. “I really don’t want to see any more.”
If you like The Bedroom, and you really should, you will just love The Bathroom.
“I want to go home,” I said.
You are home, he replied.
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An excerpt from Life in A Jar by Tito Titus
Pleasantries of a Desperado
Co-written by Paco-Michelle Atwood and Tito Titus and performed as a duet—an excerpt from Paco-Michelle’s recently released Witch Hazel, Volume 2. Explore more of her work at http://www.witchhazelwidow.com/#/feel-it/4544435870
Oh. And the dude wearing the kifu in the upper right corner? That is yours truly, Poet on Fire, artistically rendered by Paco-Michelle.
Modeling for Missy
He stands naked before her
as her charcoal touches
luxurious linen paper
carefully, softly as if
she were touching
him.
She draws.
He rises.
She presses
sometimes lightly
sometimes not.
He learns the method
of her stroke.
She explores his body.
He feels her power
surging within.
She brushes the paper
with her palm
spreading soft powdery
charcoal all over him.
He aches.
She knows.
—Poet on Fire
(Source: facebook.com, via titotitus)
EDDIE COTTON, INTERRUPTED
You buy four burgers
but you get one more.
at Eddie Cotton’s burger joint—the one on Madison Avenue—where the welterweight contender tossed fat beef patties and juicy hot links and bacon and cheese and lettuce and tomatoes and bulging round brown buns for twenty years after a steel beam fell fast as gravity on his fancy left foot, knocking him out of the ring forever.
You buy five burgers
for the price of four.
~~Tito Titus
(via titotitus)
Paco-Michelle
Paco, I am missing you
even though I can’t drink wine anymore
not even on your porch at 2 AM
and it has been forever since I smoked
and do you remember the night
when we were smoking out back
and Kate arrived and you were
so sure to inform her that you
did not seduce me into that cigarette
and you did not!—though I must admit
that a part of the cigarette’s pull
involved a beautiful woman
who performed on stage in grace
and who smiled dark magic—
a remarkable thing that stirred me
the way your memory stirs me now.
(Source: titotitus)
Angola
If he were to tell her
she would not believe
the misfortune he knew
in the war when guns
were in the hands of
hungry children sold
to soldiers and told
to kill their mothers
and fathers or die
facing knives and fire
where peace abandons
memory and humanity
leaves the building
and so he kept silent
while she poured salt water.
~Tito Titus
For the woman in the third floor apartment
Her gold nose ring
delicately elegantly
grasped the right side
of her right nostril
turned his head
to her shine
pulled his heed
to her lips
and gently hooked
his affection.
~~from, “Tattered Photograph,” by Tito Titus
(via luvulisa)
Tucson
The dead people don’t say anything. They just lie around the
shopping mall, wishing they wore clean underwear that day. The
gun with the hot barrel didn’t even know what happened. It just felt
good, shooting off that way. In the following days, Arizona gun sales
soared higher than the sweet desert sun.
Boom boom boom.
Can’t get enough
of that bang bang stuff.
Boom boom boom.
Gotta get more
Gotta get down
to the bang bang store.
Boom boom boom.
Gotta get a bang bang
Gotta get a gun
Gotta be a hero
Have some fun.
Boom boom boom.
Holster on my hip
looks real neat
Gotta get a gun,
pack some heat
A little bit of bang bang
can’t be beat.
Boom boom boom.
Gotta get guns
Gotta get a lot
Gotta make bang bang
In a parking lot.
Boom boom boom.
Gotta hear the bang bang
Gotta hear it loud
Gotta make a bang bang
In a big crowd.
Boom boom boom.
Boom boom boom
Boom boom boom
Can’t get enough
Of that bang bang stuff.
Boom boom boom.
Boom boom boom.
Boom boom boom.
NOTES:
1. During the days following the attempted assassination of Democratic Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords and the murder of several others on January 8, 2011 gun sales in Arizona spiked.
2. The assassination/murder weapon was a Glock 23. In August, 2011, not yet eight months later, the Republican Party of Pima County, Arizona (in which Tucson is located) raffled a Glock 23 which, according to news reports, was “highly successful”. During the months prior to the armed assault on Congresswoman Giffords and a dozen others, former Governor Sarah Palin maintained a website which depicted a gun telescope-sight aimed at Giffords’ district as well as others.
3. In view of the recent Connecticut tragedy, this poem is regretfully posted once again.
