Rain

I want it to rain.

I want to place my palms where your shirt is open and gather rain between my spread fingers.

I want my face as close to yours as your skin is to the storm.

I want to kiss you,

Hungry.

I want thunder

And strike-heat.

I want to show you that the sun is simply too small, too common.

I want the culverts and the sloped roofs rushing.

I want no one, and nothing, else.

I want you,

Desperately.

I want it to rain.

______

Rocker Chick

I don't have a new poem to post, so I'm posting this video which I think is from Austin City Limits. It's Emmylou singing a medley of old rock n roll tunes. I'm definitely lovin' the hand on the hip and the growl! (I swiped the vid from the fine 365 Days Of Emmylou Harris blog). Now it's here, cos it's my blog and i can. *sticks out tongue*

Succor From Saint Fireblossom

Love Poem

Somebody say--
How old are you anyway?
I'm thinkin' I'm
A hunnert and five, my last birthday.

Well well, they say--
With they fingers together, steepled up;
You ain't exactly young.
You ain't no fresh pup.

Some things are ridiculous on their face--
Old women in love,
Poodle dogs who dance in place.

Listen mister, I said--
Have you ever kissed a bullet?
Or left yourself for dead?
Because I have.

And when you kiss what kills you,
It's some kind of
Deep blue voodoo--
I dare you to tell me that I lie.

Tucked under a crow's wing,
I left that place.
It was ridiculous on its face,
And now the branch burns under me when I sing.


I kiss another woman if I want to,
And I stand where I need to be.
I wear a gris-gris made from wolf's hearts--
They don't live long,
But fearlessly.

_______


Thank you to Hedgewitch for letting me use her gris-gris. Thank you to Coal Black for spiritual assistance.

Photograph: Sharon Stone in The Quick And The Dead

Magpie 72

There's only one reason for wheat fields--

Only one explanation for the earth--

So we could kiss and lie where the grain grows high,

And make love between the daylight and the dirt.


___

for magpie 72

Fireworks

Oh say can you see
The long dirt road
And wild green trees
On the 4th of July
When I was seventeen?

In  the middle of nowhere,
My best friend,
His father,
A cousin,
And me.

Sitting in the grass between my sweet, funny friend
And my first girl crush,
We watched and felt the bright, booming fireworks
All the way until the end.

I lost track of Mikey,
The girl cousin that I liked--
And I lost my sweet friend
To dope and suicide,

But I can still see
The long dirt road
And wild green trees
That 4th of July
When I was seventeen.

________

This is for Jenny Matlock's Saturday Centus. I had to use the phrase "oh say can you see", and then was limited to 100 more words or less. I used all 100.

This is a true story. I was a pretty innocent seventeen year old, and maybe that's why I remember this particular 4th of July as my favorite. Any innocence I had didn't last the summer, but for one night my world seemed perfect, and I've always remembered it.

Travel Tips!

Darlings, it's me, Fireblossom, with another thrilling and informative travelogue for you! What's that you say? You don't remember any other travelogues on this blog? Pffft! A girl has got to start somewhere, doesn't she? Well of course I'm right. (And, I'm sounding an awful lot like Babs St. Argent this morning!)

Today we travel to the primitive and mystifying land called Testosto Rica! That's right, darlings, the land of men. As you may be aware, to some of us they are more than just doorstoppers. They are fascinating! 

Let's start with language. In no time at all, I'll have you speaking Testosto Rican like a native! Below is a handy phrasebook. The English phrase is on the left, followed by the same phrase in Testosto Rican!

"Hello!"........"dude." (sometimes accompanied with elaborate hand clasps)

"How are you? How's the family? How are you feeling? What's going on in your life?"......."yo"

"Wow, that's a new look for you, isn't it?"......."dude???"

"I just lost my job, my wife left me, and I have end stage jock itch." ......."man. dude. fuck."

"That's terrible! You poor thing. Is there anything I can do? You've got my number. Call me. Seriously. Lots of people love you."......."fuck. dude. did you see the game last night?"


"That person is very attractive, don't you think?"......."whoa, dude." (accompanied by elbow in the ribs.)


"Yes, extremely attractive. What do they do for a living? Are they single?"......."fuckinay."


"When is dinner?"........"when is dinner?"


All right. Now that you have a working knowledge of Testosto Rican, let's move on. One thing that you may not know about Testosto Ricans, is that they are widely known to be psychic!  In the example above, when asked "Did you see the game last night?", you or I might be befuddled, because on any given night, there are twenty games, in five different sports, all televised. But Testosto Ricans always know which game, have always seen it, and have total recall of it in its entirety. Amazing! Useless, but amazing!

Another example is when a Testosto Rican is in ceremonial communion with a motorized vehicle. He will lie down on a wheeled platform and roll himself under the vehicle, then wave a hand out from the murky darkness and say, "Hand me that wrench." There will normally be at least fifty tools, twenty of them wrenches, arrayed on the oily, filthy, disgusting concrete of the ceremonial building, called a "garage." You are expected to know which wrench he means. Another Testosto Rican would grab the right one without hesitation! It's like magic!


However, Testosto Ricans, despite their incredible gifts, can never find their good tie, the tartar sauce, or their ass with both hands and a GPS. Wait, did I just say that? Shame on me!


One last thing for now, darlings: if you get tired of having no place to sit because one Testosto Rican is taking up the entire sectional, here are four magic phrases guaranteed to get you the seat all to yourself, and a quiet few minutes to read your Redbook:


1. "Honey, we need to talk."


2. "I thought we could go shopping this afternoon!"


3. "Gosh, it's been a long time since we visited my mother. How about this weekend?"


and, 4. "I rented 'The Runaway Bride' for us to watch tonight!"


That's it for now, darlings! Come back next time when we visit Estrogenia, and discover what happens when a couple of billion women's menstrual cycles synchronize. Wear the helmet!


Air kisses,


Babs Fireblossom