Wednesday, May 03, 2006

More poems!

Here is another poem based on my favorite operatic punk band, "The Dresden Dolls." But not really, I guess. I just like their name.



What the Cabaret Wants


A Dresden doll shifts onstage,
Arms unhinged and torso a tangle
Of traversing black,
A fleshy fishnet, a fine silken
Body fused by someone’s heat,
No, a body fused by ice.

Infertile tundra, a white man’s freezer.
A father carves a Dresden doll
Out of jagged ice and empty hulls.
An antiseptic body shrinking
From the warmth of a thousand tiny hands.
As they board her body,
A sinking, rotting yacht,
Cold from the still water.
As they begin roasting her
From within the cracked topography
Of a porcelain pelvis, cold.
Hands clenched in concert,
Lusty digits.
Big and round as oily barrels,
Fat and dripping.
A Dresden doll becomes black
And bobs onstage.

Elbows splitting,
Her plastic tightens as she
Fingers her father, the man with the freezer,
Telling him desperately that,
The frame within her frame is rotting.
Wood and rotting, stiff and silken,
She stops and sings:

Coin operated boy
Sitting on the shelf he is just a toy.
Made of plastic and elastic
He is rugged and long-lasting.


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