Shake N Bake~

 

My hips knew the beats

before my body caught up

they painted my effigy

played my ethnology

little girl loops on the strings of technology

Calvin’s incline stitched under my spine

hollow and undulate

align my decline

syrup with rabbits

through my white milk

blow through my silk

see, I have this habit

to inhabit

the male thing’s

bibbity

     babitty

       and boo!

I’m blue, it’s true

if I don’t find my way

in his bones, and through

the glitter

where the w***e knows how to teach a doll

to be a blowthrough stripper

a cabal on a rack with a helluva rack

ratatatta! Ooohed

they ahhhd

they bought the lips

the eyes

the gun, the lies

Jimmi in a pool of blood

Seleny on standby

rabbit headlights in the eyes

the show must go on

yakuza

and crimson

Seleny skips in

naked and bloody

mmmm, memories are yummy

not

shot through with hot

love

my spine a bow

his above

shoved

aside

Saturday, Saturday night live

heads talking

Lenny Bruce

grave stalking

stuttering

chalkin

bodies in an outline

Chaucer’s stains in the gutter

sideswiped

for Charlie, not a word but a song from a model bird

under my back pact

backtrack

they told me to bring home the bacon

and fry it up in a pan

cuz I’m a woman

and that means I can

can can

shop right

buy rite

dazzle me in blind light

shake my maker

reserve my acre

in ‘Merica the lovely hell

that swallowed down my virgin swells

but wasn’t man enough to take

my shake

my bake

my magik oven

cuz . . . .

if you give a cat a cup cake

she’ll surely see the uptake

“S’up Drake?”

and if you give a moose a muffin

he’ll steal Little Trouble Muffet’s

troubles

doubled

in one scoop

and two

where’s the man they promised my true blue

when I was Bionic

woman and Wonder

wondering about ironic

ionic

teacher as my preacher

his hand under my  . . . .(shut my  mouth about it!)

here, baby baby drink this tonic

magik 12

bullets

double dutch

and fluids

they burned the girl on the roof

Coco broke a tooth, no, no, not a blue tooth

oh sooth my aching brain

with your lullabye

refrains

and I’ll dig you from the ground

with my broken hands

drenched in my dusty wedding gown

Happy Birthday to me

now

cakes and death

the age

becomes

an echo

my surreal bend, art deco

12 candles burning

Seleny on a stage

shake and bake

and burnin’

 

 

 

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Reviews

[LilyT]

Holy f****n' hell! I want to see you read this. I want to see ever single word ripen inside your mouth and burst between your teeth as you spit out the center seeds. You're amazing. Combining rhythm, pieces of old commercials, old loves (you're never going to let Jimmi go, are you?") 21st century rappers, nursery rhymes, and f**k if you didn't even twist up If you Give A Cat A Cupcake (when your grandson gets old enough to read your poems I want o see his face when he reads thi, lol) and still make it fresh and own it! You're the poetic ripper of this century.



see, I have this habit

to inhabit

the male thing’s

bibbity

babitty

and boo!

I’m blue, it’s true

if I don’t find my way

in his bones, and through

the glitter

where the w***e knows how to teach a doll

to be a blowthrough stripper

a cabal on a rack with a helluva rack

ratatatta! Ooohed

they ahhhd

they bought the lips

the eyes

the gun, the lies

Jimmi in a pool of blood

Seleny on standby

rabbit headlights in the eyes

the show must go on

yakuza

and crimson

[joshua deathdealer]

Amazing write. Original I must say and great rhyme. It read like a beat lol love it.

[Scytheriax]

I loved this poem. This was probably one of the best poems I've come across on this site so far!
The imagery and diction is wonderful and I love the emotion of this piece. It is extremely well-written.
Keep up the good work!

[Demi Rose]

a gallant treasure. loved it.

[JelliFyshKissUs]

I have to admit something to you...
I beatboxed my entire way through this abstract swirl of rhythm and rhyme. I spitlled a little on my computer screen, but that comes with the territory.
Oh the days in the life of femininity. We give men such a hard time for defining themselves rather quickly, but we spend our entirely life fighting against the tide of what we should be because we're too busy letting other women mold us.
I kept thinking to myself, "Which one of these descriptions best fit me?" But it was pointless to think that way. Just as you I have been the shaker and the baker, the woman and the man, the strong and the weak, the proud and the bleak - and what I have not become, only time is hindering me from morphing into.
Rhyme and rhythm has always been in your blood. So glad to see you split yourself open and spill more often.

[Sarah E. Pearson]

Wow. This piece is amazing! I would LOVE to see you perform this; to hear the beat of it. It's truly incredible. Brava!

[Raven Starhawk]

This took many directions. It seems as though it has a solid function and that is to intrigue and delight with astounding stanzas that offer a flawless flow.

[Kerry O'Connor]

Wow!! This has incredible momentum.. I don't think I breathed from beginning to end. Finger-snapping beat, brilliant rhythm. I loved it, Seleny :)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Oh you are so delightfully witty young lady... a great tongue in cheek piece about the labels society tries to put on the genders... you definitely are no stereotype.

[ken burke]

Awesome poem it flows naturally

[asdarkeyesclose]

'through my white milk

blow through my silk'


Even though this was rhyme the whole poem flowed very naturally. I liked the haphazard quality, the abstractions, the way you let your mind wander on topic/off topic and that feeling in the poetry of the mind wondering.You touched on so many different ideas that the poem is open to literally hundreds of interpretations. It all worked brilliantly!