Beyonce Knowles firebombed my house

 

 

 

I expected the anti-heroin as the final anticipant layer

of big hair and glitter. I expected less hurt. I mean

who else could have done it?

 

Me, underwater on my home loan,

her antipathy,

my object of aversion.

 

She is so tall and pretty.

Tall pretty people set fires to s**t.

I am so lonely without her.

 

She has become a religion where a trillion

little Black girls fashion their hair as she does.

Where five zillion middle aged men

invite her to their bat mitzvah,

daughter of the divine law.

 

Their cudgel flourished and twirled.

Except, of course,

old Jupiter, dulled by her

passing meteors,

 

attached to her sphericals

like a capriole moon.

Reviews

[writing mojo]

I like your vision of Aphrodite in the constrains of a modern word, I take heart and heat toward your inviting world, dana again you are my paint in the master pieced dawn of a new age writer this world needs to know how to work through thought...amazing

[Tree]

Beyonce taking over the world, she and her man.... I like how you contrast the hard scrabble life of the average ''underwater home loan'' person to this extravegant American icon, right or wrong. But I think old sturdy Jupitor can be Just as spectacular, if not more so, than the streak of Light

Nice work here dana, gave us all
a few things to consider

[Circe]

this quite surprised me, this culture you have observed that is beyonce knowles... and how you created a melancholy about her, what she represents to someone like a poet in artistic observing.... I just love that... even if I'm not getting it right but it makes me think how funny it is when beyonce's name comes up unexpectedly in a conversation.. and it seems to happen! and one time someone said, despite it all, that woman can dance, she's got the moves. this piece is quite bluesy... it makes me smile in wonder.... you're awesome.

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

God, even when you're f*****g off you make me look up words and feel dumb; I love-hate you, Dana. I wanted to say something sarcastically profound about the literature elements or some smart nonsense..tomorrow's another day..thank you for this bone; I needed this.
Some girl walked diagonally across the street to meet me halfway across last night, and was like "hey, how's it going?"; I was like "hey", with my blade runner umbrella and denim trench coat...
The more I realize I don't belong in this world, the more I realize how integral I am. It's as f*****g annoying as it is amusing and refreshing.
oh yeah, it's profound and stuff, too, right almost forgot...

[h d e rushin]

sorry yall!

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

how the f**k did you know I was getting drunk tonight, damn you?! hahaaha

[Emily B]

much love

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

I never really got that drunk...now coffee and reality

[Emily B]

i am too old to compete with all that :)

but i guess i shine in my own way

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

we're all too old for this s**t, that's why we do it, Emily

[Emily B]

maybe i meant that i was too plain to compete with the pretty one with big hair and glitter, there's been a weird energy hanging around lately

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

nah, Emily; just nah...she's kind of a moron and a tool..it isn't as sexy as some think it is