yummy lines, Janet!
the rest of you listpeople... i'm back, at least, temporarily...
--
Bob Marcacci
I know the butterfly is my soul grown weak from battle.
- John Wieners
> From: Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]>
> Reply-To: "Poetryetc: poetry and poetics" <[log in to unmask]>
> Date: Sat, 12 Jan 2008 15:03:05 +0800
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Subject: 'Alien-eyed' revised
>
> Alien-eyed (Flaneur)
>
> So I will be your
> flaneur, yes,
> that's what I will be,
> flanerie my technique
> of touching your
>
> Flanerie, not flattery. I will
> not paint -- I will photograph
> your constructed
> your concreted skin
> your starred and lit / your
> banner camera hair
> your dirty ruined / your
> crumble and birdshit
>
> This angular flapper frame will walk
> its dancy walk all over your.
> Observe my mannish
> my collection of quirky
> my faux fur and genuine leather / my
> shoeshined, styled, alien-eyed / my
>
> Never actual/present, existing
> only in pataphor, yet
> coming to get you
>
> --
> Janet Jackson
> [log in to unmask]
> www.proximity.webhop.net
> www.myspace.com/poetjj
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