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Cookie-Cutter Girl/Bedlam Blitz

April 28, 2010

The other major project I’m working on right now is a series of contrasting prose poems in which the first half is some kind of darkness concerning our world today and the second is an idealistic or evolved expression of how that might improve. I really like writing this way and hope you enjoy today’s post, which contrasts superficial insecurity and feminine self-confidence.

Cookie-Cutter Girl/Bedlam Blitz

twenty one year old craft project collage kindergarten illusions of queendom cut and paste on the predefined dotted lines connect the dots toward misaffection now trace the coke bottle edges of the size 0 calorie american sleeping beauty the only acceptable frame of the female creed the magazine model you’ll try & fail to be coloring books and christmas cookies planted that ugly primrose seed cookie cutter girl clothed in cutting edge cutting a wedge through flaws and inadvertently cutting herself she cannot cry for help she sold her soul to the devil wearing prada but once you have devoured her you can have another there are dozens of carbon copy clones just like her all iced in toxic ten carat frostiquè bittersweet banana repubic treat artificial sweeteners makes you sick if you devour enough of them you will surely vomit but artisan pastries are long ago extinct today everyone who’s anyone knows sameness is the new pink stamp stamping out sharp machete to the flawed side of self a mold through the dough of the soul but each luscious gingerbread girl leaves in the mix a hollow hole

the girl is a one-woman midnight riot time to kiss the settled sterility of status goodbye martha stewarts epitaph is etched across her breast a postpaternal princess wielding the friction to defy she’s stripped off the trappings of domesticated subject shed that skin which only intends to constrict guerilla youth tearing it all down in tonic uprise flushed feeling the magnum in her hand rousing palpitation of a self-determined outcry velvet on concrete from fits of convulsive violent ready to lay into dictators until bodies run dry lock eyes with her and you’ll see she’s reached her limit now she wants to cause a comedown to dampen with decline there is a ballroom blitz to support the despot overthrow shes destined to deliver a feminist deathblow she won’t keep quiet a one-woman midnight riot

2 Comments leave one →
  1. burtnay67 permalink
    April 28, 2010 7:07 pm

    wow, this is such a powerful piece. you describe so well this concept and i can feel the emotion of how women are driven by society to be insecure and will confine themselves to what they think should be, it’s such a depressing thing in our society. I overall love it, the symbolism, emotion, depiction, all of it.

  2. May 20, 2010 4:54 pm

    Just want to say what a great blog you got here!
    I’ve been around for quite a lot of time, but finally decided to show my appreciation of your work!

    Thumbs up, and keep it going!


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