diydanna @ January 4, 2010 # 2 Comments
Time for A One Night Stand
by diy danna
The year was 1969 again, and I was light-years overdue for a shag.
Flying to the nearest bar for a top shelf Margarita IV drip,*
I bumped into the hottest astronaut who wore a disco ball helmet,
and Technicolor Dream Jacket and absolutely nothing else underneath
thanks to the X-ray Specs I [...]
diydanna @ December 22, 2009 # 3 Comments
communication in stay
by diy danna
I speak to him in silent movies
and the soundtrack is Graham Reynolds
playing funk organ at the Alamo Drafthouse
while soldiers on the screen drop like flies in soup
with 40% less sodium than the regular brand.
I speak to him in Morse code,
tapping my feet to the rhythm of his music-
sending out an “S-O-S”…
But [...]
diydanna @ October 13, 2009 # No Comment Yet
Lovedoll Desperation
by diy danna
Back to back denials of eating flesh
confound love for the young plastic lovedoll.
It comes to life-a civilized cannibal with a camera-
eating raw emotions, spooning heart and liver
to a rock ‘n’ roll soundtrack pumping hormones
and teenage sex through speakers in our heads.
“Lovedoll’s so punk, it doesn’t even know it,”
never escapes lips frozen in [...]
diydanna @ May 11, 2009 # One Comment
aborting dancers
by diy danna
Police conversation, “Where have you been?!”
echos on the wall, tilting pictures of boy and girl ballet dancers.
Art collecting questions seemed endless,
stretching tights into body stockings into twisted nylon ropes.
The late dancer-competing with the frame-cradles her tummy.
She put on a smiling face for the crowd,
stumbling only once during her latest performance:
Not minding the [...]
diydanna @ March 19, 2009 # One Comment
Two Sisters at Union Station (1980)
by diy danna
Waiting for the Amtrak in D.C. two elderly women sit,
bronzed statues on a bench at the station
coming to life with shelled peanuts and gossip.
The sightseeing sisters talk about lives in two states.
The eldest, Maria, dyes her hair coal black
and reads Novenas with black coffee and
cornbread with milk for [...]
diydanna @ March 11, 2009 # 3 Comments
crossing woman hollering creek
by diy danna
the year was 1993 – back to campus in fall.
mother is driving and i’m listening to de la soul
on the walkman – not disturbing the car radio.
on the highway in the slow afternoon, i’m reading signs.
diydanna @ February 15, 2009 # One Comment
The Second Coming
by diy danna
I thought I loved the coolest guy in Austin once.
Craig Liszt.
He’s on the internet and plays keys,
but isn’t related to that Craig’s List or Franz.
Yet his simple strokes are genius flourishes.
How it happened:
One sweltering summer night Craig made love to the jukebox at The Parlor and told me that Tom [...]
diydanna @ January 15, 2009 # 3 Comments
The YouTube Unicorn Comment
by diy danna
As I sit here in my cubicle avoiding work and eye contact with co-workers, I must voice my opinion that this song sucks. That little girl needs to wake up and smell the coffee. Well, she may not be able to drink coffee at her age, but you know what [...]
diydanna @ December 8, 2008 # One Comment
Crystal Snowball
by diy danna
a girl rolls snow into a shape,
a dented globe the size of a baseball
shaken in the cold froth
of southeast texas air-
making her dizzy again.
it’s suspended liquid animation,
waiting for the snow to fall again
climbing the crystal steps
to get to her sweetheart,
bringing back the high five
instead of big hugs and
telling her best friend
almost [...]
diydanna @ October 28, 2008 # 2 Comments
Love Hurts
by diy danna
Bondage
I cheated on my taxes and my husband,
and blamed a lack of appreciation.
After placing his penis in a vice
to the delight of video voyeurs,
I called an attorney, my new bottom.
Discipline
My new sub never complains about the handcuffs
and stuffing his mouth with cotton balls.
The beatings started when he forgot
my birthday and our anniversary-
the [...]