August 9-15, 2004: Carlye Archibeque and Jeannine Bouchard

Carlye Archibeque and Jeannine Bouchard

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Carlye Archibeque is a native of Los Angeles and a friend to all cats She has been writing poetry for 20 years and currently hosts a reading in Silverlake, CA A more complete bio can be found at: http://www.theindependentreviewssite.org/carlyebio.html or check out Carlye’s Blog at: http://www.livejournal.com/users/buttercup666/

The following work is Copyright © 2004, and owned by Carlye Archibeque and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Fire I would rather be water able to hold an object without destroying it, and often thought well of, by more than the occasional cook or glass blower No one ever dips their toe in me and says, ooh, the fire’s just right Or let’s take the day off and go to the fire No one every plays “fire sports “ Of course, no president’s grave is presided over by the eternal drip. Poem for the Full Moon In the future others will imagine men, lovers, requited or otherwise They will be wrong Until tonight I never knew the impossibility of a handfull of water. The Poets Achievement Test “Suicide is, of course, the opposite of a poem “ –Anne Sexton Answer the following questions Answer even if you don’t know the answer Points will be subtracted for unanswered questions 1 Quantative Ability There are 60 questions in this section Everyone knows that poets are not good at math If you are a poet, 60 points will be subtracted from your final score 2 Verbal Ability Look for contrast or opposition Use the process of elimination Read the sentences Mentally fill in your own words Example: Mother is to Love As God is to Sand Blade is to Wrist Cat is to Kitten Be sure your choice is stylistically correct 3 Tell us about yourself This section has no rules It is the most important section of the test Ready Begin. Apocraphillia If Dumbo had been born today, Plastic surgery might have been an option Smaller ears, perhaps some liposuction Why settle for being a flying elephant When you can be perfect?

blues ive got the blues the low down dirty blues the hands down my pants its a crying shame im alone blues the naughty baby doll blues the itty bitty bumble champagne and coke for a lap dance blues the straight up polish vodka blues the transcendental i cannot sit still to meditate blues the post mortem, 21st century blues the existential angst co-morbid with perpetually bittersweet blues the life’s a bitch then you die bumper sticker blues the where are you going, where have you been? blues the not so downy fresh blues the i’ll never bend it like beckham kick ass blues the mtv total request dead blues the jimi jim janis kurt cobain blues the where are my pills, i need them quick blues the interstate 95 up and down my arm blues the say it, but don’t really mean it blues the kicking the dead cow blues the sugar free jazz blues the intergalactic but never connected blues the anything dot com, dot org, dot gov, dot edu blues the preppy mega cunt blues the non-maternal, nothing close to it blues the lipstick lesbian blues the no smokes, last call, where’s that sweet bastard? blues the 353 groove street blues jane does ferlinghetti i am waiting for the second coming of mary magdelene (she was here but was edited out) to resume her rightful place at the left hand of the lord or at least in jesus’s bed woman have fucking mercy on them, not me (she was here but was edited out) i am waiting for the restoration of sylvia plath’s mental health and the extended play, remix version of “mad girl’s love song” covered by mazzy star .all royalties donated to NAMI please, thank you let the bell jar be shattered and poppies grow wild all year round so that every morning, i pick a few to weave through my hair mad girl that i am, always was and will be and i am waiting to turn john currin into my own personal wench sans pearls, i’ll opt for big bad ghetto gold hoops perhaps he’ll want me to pierce him too i will gladly pose, legs splayed i am beautiful inside, out and for sure, i wait (it won’t be long now) for the man on the moon to come out of the closest fantabulously queer, glorious faggot, I predict (saturn and himself) will marry on two/fourteen the post-ceremonial and prandial festivities profiled in a piece in the sunday metro-lifestyles section ann coulter reporting on o’reilly as first usher/flower boy/ring bearer dress code will be come as you are & matching nosegays at the door for all guests and i am waiting (certainly not in anticipation, mind you) for the coming of the year of the britney spears presidential campaign (fox hastings help us all) no one has the right to claim that much and give so little – barring the occasional rise/dampness in the sweaty nether regions of pubescent boys and girls alike but I am also waiting for patti smith (donde esta ustedes?) to spring from the morass and kick her perfectly formed ass i am waiting for all women to proclaim the mighty mystery of faith in the clan of the cowgirl, the gospel of ruby red manalos and cherry-less wantonness in the name of the womb, the slick cunt and the lovely clitoris, yeehaw and I am waiting for the sun to come waiting for my time to come undone it may have passed already, but I just can’t be certain the panel of 12, the inquirer and page 6 haven’t issued judgment on that one yet i am waiting for the transubstantiation of my own personal revelations to be transformed transfixed into a quasi-metaphorical, allegorical discourse on ethics and self-absorption (gotta figure out what that means first) i am a patient girl i wait i wait i wait I wait. .in the waiting room i’ve been liberated and confiscated (married in other words) but I still wait for the man who really knows what tipping the velvet is hey joe .where are you going with that tongue in your mouth? did you say to your wife “eso era buena come” ? name changed to protect the wedded and not so innocent there’s an off-chance that i am also waiting for the chance to hump Hamp’s Hump because that is a really good groove he’s got going on there more more, I want moore, stanton finally, i am waiting and hoping and praying that the day never comes when i don’t understand what it means to be slam dancing to the blues