Shake N Bake~

Shake N Bake~

A Poem by NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPole

 

My hips knew the beats

before my body caught up

they painted my effigy

played my ethnology

little girl loops on the strings of technology

Calvin’s incline stitched under my spine

hollow and undulate

align my decline

syrup with rabbits

through my white milk

blow through my silk

see, I have this habit

to inhabit

the male thing’s

bibbity

     babitty

       and boo!

I’m blue, it’s true

if I don’t find my way

in his bones, and through

the glitter

where the w***e knows how to teach a doll

to be a blowthrough stripper

a cabal on a rack with a helluva rack

ratatatta! Ooohed

they ahhhd

they bought the lips

the eyes

the gun, the lies

Jimmi in a pool of blood

Seleny on standby

rabbit headlights in the eyes

the show must go on

yakuza

and crimson

Seleny skips in

naked and bloody

mmmm, memories are yummy

not

shot through with hot

love

my spine a bow

his above

shoved

aside

Saturday, Saturday night live

heads talking

Lenny Bruce

grave stalking

stuttering

chalkin

bodies in an outline

Chaucer’s stains in the gutter

sideswiped

for Charlie, not a word but a song from a model bird

under my back pact

backtrack

they told me to bring home the bacon

and fry it up in a pan

cuz I’m a woman

and that means I can

can can

shop right

buy rite

dazzle me in blind light

shake my maker

reserve my acre

in ‘Merica the lovely hell

that swallowed down my virgin swells

but wasn’t man enough to take

my shake

my bake

my magik oven

cuz . . . .

if you give a cat a cup cake

she’ll surely see the uptake

“S’up Drake?”

and if you give a moose a muffin

he’ll steal Little Trouble Muffet’s

troubles

doubled

in one scoop

and two

where’s the man they promised my true blue

when I was Bionic

woman and Wonder

wondering about ironic

ionic

teacher as my preacher

his hand under my  . . . .(shut my  mouth about it!)

here, baby baby drink this tonic

magik 12

bullets

double dutch

and fluids

they burned the girl on the roof

Coco broke a tooth, no, no, not a blue tooth

oh sooth my aching brain

with your lullabye

refrains

and I’ll dig you from the ground

with my broken hands

drenched in my dusty wedding gown

Happy Birthday to me

now

cakes and death

the age

becomes

an echo

my surreal bend, art deco

12 candles burning

Seleny on a stage

shake and bake

and burnin’

 

 

 

copyright:2011vssmd/amusemusepress

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© 2011 NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPole



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Holy f****n' hell! I want to see you read this. I want to see ever single word ripen inside your mouth and burst between your teeth as you spit out the center seeds. You're amazing. Combining rhythm, pieces of old commercials, old loves (you're never going to let Jimmi go, are you?") 21st century rappers, nursery rhymes, and f**k if you didn't even twist up If you Give A Cat A Cupcake (when your grandson gets old enough to read your poems I want o see his face when he reads thi, lol) and still make it fresh and own it! You're the poetic ripper of this century.



see, I have this habit

to inhabit

the male thing’s

bibbity

babitty

and boo!

I’m blue, it’s true

if I don’t find my way

in his bones, and through

the glitter

where the w***e knows how to teach a doll

to be a blowthrough stripper

a cabal on a rack with a helluva rack

ratatatta! Ooohed

they ahhhd

they bought the lips

the eyes

the gun, the lies

Jimmi in a pool of blood

Seleny on standby

rabbit headlights in the eyes

the show must go on

yakuza

and crimson


Posted 6 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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Wow, you just ROCKED it...sorry for the syncopathic one liner, I'm just in awe...love how you use the word Yakuza. You bring the Eastern influence to your poetry.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

sliding this down my little notebook i have, to push back up to capture and then lead the finger again back down. wow it says somewhere, as i read.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Now this is some poetry to be heard! He wants her to bake but the man isn't strong enough to handle the real Woman, oh yeah!!! Profound.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A blast of slam poetry if I've read one. I mean that too.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

yes ...commentary on Modern quotations and entities and their complete involvement in shaping our world and existance...nice snazzie one again,

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

selene selene.
always about da spine.
your the type to feel those tingles up it, i know ;)
something in that lady instinct is gunna make a nightmare reality just to prove it was already going on..
crazy but i love ya!

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Whoa!!! This realy is powerful and ever so wonderful, I love this.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Reading this, I'm beginning to comprehend what poetry can be. I had to idea,

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sweet jeezus crisis Selene mother of oh my gawd!

Whew.... !!!!

... !

you are a voluptuous volcano
spewing forth all manner
of molten emotive
and liquid hard rock..

I came for the wing ding dinner and left
with the whole bucket...

Selene, you were born of fire and all things hot and dangerous

I'll never look at shake and bake chicken again the same way,
nor you...

you are where you were born to be
inside the grip
of evey tatooed soul.

Luvvvd this!!!


Posted 6 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

F*****g awesome... Had so much fun reading this poem. The featured review describes better than I could how the words ripen and burst. The tempo flows deliciously and the rhythm keeps you going right to the emphatic ending. One of my favourite poems in a long, long time. And I love how the content is a simple yet profound comment about misconceptions in our society. Seriously. Brilliant stuff.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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