Helen Sventitsky's poetry

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I’m trying out HootSuite. I need the ki

bigstarlet — Mon, 26 Apr 2010 00:27:51 +0000

I’m trying out HootSuite. I need the kind of handle on my socnets that ping.fm and tweetdeck aren’t giving me. We’ll see how it goes.

What I Did onMy 44th Birthday

bigstarlet — Thu, 04 Dec 2008 22:32:12 +0000

Today’s unplugged session
has been easy on eyes and ears
John Lee Hooker
And a packet of strangers

Ever winding
on the riverbed of stereo
Don’t speed on me, clock
I don’t want this day to end

Cold numbers
in the scattered sky
pure as the high school princesses
in faux virgin finery

But that was 18 years ago
And now it’s Ladysmith Black Mambazo
chiming in to the air
on a sunny spot at Walden’s Coffeehouse
As the SUVs drive by

What?

bigstarlet — Sat, 08 Nov 2008 21:04:39 +0000

I’m a protective cloak

Invisible within other shields

The fog is my fingerprint

snaked between tethered trees

The road basks in the glow

of the ocean’s imagination

Ever long, the waves steer clear

of pronouncements on the horizon

I’m a bellwether of the apocalypse

when one stares too long at the sun

Customer Harassment at the Reno Whole Foods Market

bigstarlet — Sat, 08 Nov 2008 21:03:09 +0000

At the cash register

I’m set to admire

the stunning hair

she’s spent days preparing

But she might read into it.

Be ashamed

Embarrassed

Because I was set to admire

the stunning hair

she’s spent days preparing

She might call management over

have them ask me to leave

without paying for my groceries

be told never to come back

should I be given to

harassing other staff member

because I was set to admire

the stunning hair

she’s spent days preparing

So I just gave her some change

and said “Nice hair”

She said nothing.

Hamstrung Freeform, and everything you wanted to know about 30 years of pop culture

bigstarlet — Sat, 08 Nov 2008 20:58:39 +0000

Hey you guys!

it’s the winning season!

escape from connectivity!

hands across the water,

drown in your sleep

Everclear is the best!

Any kind of jones will make you numb-

seek all possibilities,

French Freedom fried loveliness

Barracuda charges

Bears in the bull social median market

Harness your everlasting ersatz energy

Love the love you’re with;

Yeah, I’ve got issues with that

Anger Management lessons @ the DMV from Pablo Nehruda

bigstarlet — Wed, 17 Sep 2008 04:52:37 +0000

Anger management

It’s a hot needle that continues to pierce my psyche;
18 more numbers to call
Until I’m able to punch someone
For unintended shows of vengeance
Done in the name of therapy

The bird swallows it pride
In the arms of it’s mother
The postman arrived late
With letters from Chile,
Awaiting my arrival
Once Allende is in office

In the meantime
I let my youth leave me
As did my lovers
While I write tattered odes
To local girls

Spring gardens
In filthy shades
Hellbent on hidden suns
In their winter stars

Wishment

bigstarlet — Thu, 27 Dec 2007 05:28:37 +0000

I set three candles
upon the dresser;
A trip panel divider
completes my circle

The white is for Isis,
the red for Apollo;
tonight, the rose is lust
partly unfulfilled

I repeat two names three times,
anointing the rose candle
with my scent, mixing
in rolled patchouli oil

The first name is my partner;
the second is a memory,
returning on occasion to
taunt me into blackness

Old charred cones,
frankincense, myrrh, musk
renewed with desire upon
a touch of lighted wick

Chant is as always:
“God and goddess, allow me
an audience, my fool’s bi-amorous
quatrain almost complete;

Names of love and hate
I have shared:
One is to be with me forever;
The other, a libidinous score to settle

One is to burn
in a life of passion
The other to dissolve
in sex-fueled recovery”

The cones become a bonfire,
melting the candle into it’s bowl
as fellow reps of God and Goddess
look on in waning envy

Within the scents’ strong flicker
the horned God both
admires and admonishes
my divided desires

“You demand a life of love
but also a night of lust;
Why betray a lover to fuck
your way into good terms?”

Further questions empower the flames;
they smoke and whip my body
into electric trances, now beholden
to the God’s sudden thrusts and moans.

The horned One has left satiated,
for the bonfire starts to weaken;
I still drip as with every man who
ever came into me with no answers.

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The circle is cut to set
the candle on a window sill,
Allowing the wind commune time,
caressing the remaining flame.

Two hours later, the last standing
wax has filled the bowl,
charred incense cones buried
in a Krakatoa of paraffin.

The wick still burns.

——————————————

“For, if we can’t be friends
I could at least leave this earth,
my cunt having enjoyed partaking in
negotiations of peace treaties”