daylistpoem

February 8th, 2024    /    fun millennial thursday early morning

diner doo-wop thursday morning 

dirty     pop     mcbling     thursday    afternoon

bachelorette party birthday evening

        hip hop party rap thursday night 

(it's february 9th)

bbe baddie friday early morning 

lo-fi beats instrumental friday morning

mystical fairycore friday afternoon 

2/10/2024

nostalgia bacheloreete party saturday morning

50's crooner saturday afternoon

Feb. 11

lip sync dirty pop early morning

2-12-24
    crooner vintage hollywood monday early morning
        1920s jazz monday morning 

            moody dark academia monday afternoon

february 15th, 2024

    fun movie thursday early morning

        happy pop mcbling thursday afternoon

march 25th, 2024

dirty pop new jack swing monday morning

3/25/24

cowboy y'allternative monday afternoon

March 27th, 2024     80s soft rock timeless wednesday afternoon

thursday thursday march 28th is a thursday in 2024

                    90s indie flannel thursday morning

"You listened to noise and hipster on Thursday"

                                march 29        avant-garde experimental friday morning

[4/9/24] mcbling catwalk tuesday early morning 

                fresh festival tuesday morning

4/10/24

fun plastique chic wednesday morning 

4/11/24

beach goth 80s alternative thursday morning

[april 12th, 2024]

[dream pop reverb friday morning]

[chill rock flannel morning]

april fifteenth                 mystical siren monday early morning

                                nervous indie pop monday afternoon

4-17-2024

70s coastal cowgirl wednesday morning

May 1st, 2024 

        nostalgia iconic wednesday early morning 

pumpkin spice autumn wednesday morning  

            power pop jangle wednesday afternoon   

"You listened to garage and britpop on Wednesday afternoons. Here's some jangle, college rock." 

 

never say goodbye.

              burning rose petals into candle wax

13 year old girls become 36 year old women

                love continues to take on new forms
i'm drinking out that cup you gave me

you now have cheekbones of an angel

i can still hear how sharp

and high you sounded

never high a day in your life

but for next to me.

you kind girls!

I like a low-stakes love

like how you lead me on 

by a split hair

one-hit-wonder timeline

balanced on the edge

of imaginary nostalgia 

(I fill in the blank with what I want)

and the littlest crumbs

you sprinkle as 

you walk

I will obsess

Untill .....?

under blond baby bunny's favorite hosta plant

i slip my hand under 

blond baby bunny's

favorite hosta plant

from which he runs

as i approach

i want to know 

what secrets it holds like

if he were a person

would his bedroom 

have posters?

if he had a daughter

and named her after a flower

which flower would it be?

daisy or iris?

if he wasn't so scared

could we be friends?

blond baby bunny and i

this my favorite hosta plant too.

one 16-year-old oversized notorious b.i.g. long tee when I asked for snoop dogg (or at least west coast rapper)

Funny this shirt should give up

through an armpit hole reaching 

                                        my hip

        a week after you marry

    this shirt you gifted me

            a birthday gift

        I wore and we drank

said it was a party for my birthday

    but we partied almost everyday.

I'm not sad you've married

        -I've done it twice and 

    twice as eccentric, each time

so I know what it's about.

But the girl I tried to be for you,

    inside me, she rots

like a popular sitcom character

        played by a child actor

        but decades down the line

when the familiarity no longer

            hides the stunted pang

    leaves a hunger in the gut

    my biome gets fucked

   i am fucked (you didn't like)

but more likely you didn't like me,

a jersey waded up in mildew

                    pile on the floor

Spray me down with Axe, then

       Old Spice, those ads really got to 

you, the boy you tried to be for me

     inside you, he rots too.

This shirt is cloth strips

       won't last a wash

    put it in the compost

        with leaves and menstrual blood,

            egg shells and food scraps.

In weeks it will be be rich and black

        and feed my garden veggies

    I'll eat up these objects 'du toi'

        in salad and dinner sides

delight that everything stays something

        there is no nothing,

                     no gone,

just new forms, 

                        if you look hard

a birthday gift is sauteed and served

            with an evening meal

eaten with second husband.

while the shirt wasn't even what I asked for that birthday,

it is 100% cotton and compostable

    -ce qui me détruit me nourrit.

sonnet #3

In the spring when we caught foxes on film

I got so plump I rolled between fingers

and overseas they chopped off a boy's limb

while college kids became prisoners,

It's now I got so sick of acting grown.

-I always liked 'befores' more than 'afters'

runaway and burn everything I own

Just Kidding! Hang that thought from the rafters.

News talks with a hidden dog in the fight

While I can't help but plan to lighten my hair 

everyone else thinks they know what is right

I'm the fat child, this I am aware.

Excuse me while I cry my cartoon tears

like there aren't real kids living real war fears.

alpha beta

as always ashen angel ace

booming buxom brandy bows,

cryptic cagey cunning cats,

a deeper dozen double date

in an eerie empty eagle echo

fairer framing frantic foe

gifts golden goddess grimace gone

how happy, handsome home

is icky and icy imps

jumping jaded jagged June Jeeps

kept kind kite kitten kin

loving leaping little lizard lungs

minimal minion motion moving

near not now, nipple and navel

of open olive oil ocean once

patient person purpose poised

quite a quitting query queue

runs red rat's roses, remote rain

she strangely says "Same, sister." 

times truly tame and tangential

unlike an ugly uncle upside-down

very vacant vault vent vibe

while whales wince water 

XXX

yet young yellow yarrow yokes

zero zip and zest zones.