Melissa Joan Hart of Gold

1

The first episode

Clarissa Explains it All
She breaks the fourth wall

2
Fears to appear weird
Sabrina the Teenage Witch
Mirrors morph and flame

How to Get Dressed Up When You're Staying In

Such a pleasant tone, the telephone
Oh! To let it moan and moan
Woman, I've known such loneliness a handshake gets me off.
Without you,
a statue stands in for your always growing mouth,
once worn so open I could see your molars.
Such tender symmetry just forced into drawers
But that sort of thing should cling to the clouds, then feed back to the earth through extension cords.

There's always a time limit to how much I'm allowed
Am I mad to imagine those words are for me, streaming stringing screams drip slow and alone
OH the phone! It groans and it groans
it rings through glass after glass, angled on lead legs
lays eggs
twisted pairs of air shells
Hatching launch pads for the slightest slick suck
You don't even know what's up

Tongues

Long side the world's largest free standing tower are shallow seas
These bodies silently socialize, connected as tight as genetics
Now check it

Directly next to your stacked sturdy vertebrate is your spleen, it has one function
It craves to keep your dirty everyday clean by intentional destruction
Then builds up again unseen, every red blood cell in conjunction

But there's a melancholy callous
that has scabbed you deep like incest
Swatting insects
there are thousands, won't let your hands rest

One stings you with a single-point injection
Drains you dry
It silently remains in you, and replaces your bones with radial erections
You it halts
You it haunts

And the socializing becomes drowning in and out
droning on and on
babbling
as familiar as plaid patterns

You'll have everything in common with everyone
Scrape off the teeth, scrape off the skin
Without sin,
out of many,
one
nothing to mark the earth with but our flour bones

On My Basket Bicycle I Saw

One dead bird I know I've seen before, it split the road in two
On one side, a hydrant
On the other side a siren
The odds are on the right side, odds are you won't find it.

One woman taking pictures, she was framing the world.
She was imagining cropped choppy grey sidewalks, but in black and white. Turning the contrast way down until the day turns to night.

Two creepy old men, the first one had teeth, the second had eyebrows that blocked the sun from his eyes.
I think it is well understood that eyebrow hairs should be no longer than your toothbrush bristles.

I was whistling and wireless
And yet and still, a man machine.
We will never be finished
I squeeze you tighter in the cold, let's live under the snow

An open letter to the Progressive Insurance Girl

Dear Commercial Girl,

Nothing in the world is as red as your mouth
Hallelusion!
Television is better
I watch your teeth light up and fill with fat black plastic letters

I am the audience Ooo-ing and ahh-ing
White light
You are at the end of the tunnel
tossing your teeth down the mouth of a funnel.
Insurance stacked around you like fences, like a line of defense
I would like to crash my car through the walls and let in some natural light,
drive you away from customers who couldn't just call, and start speaking in the past tense.
Get your things together, we probably won't be back again.

Ghostomp

When I wake up at night I don't turn on lights
like most do.
I float off the ground, feel my way around
like ghosts do.

Count the stairs for no reason,
Ghastly fast passing the doorway
double eyes
double ears
but all you can feel is the dead weight on your head
the scared air on the tips of your lips

My sister whispered,
"Why are you looking outside?"
I lied, "It's better than my feet"
I asked her,
"Why are you looking inside?"
she said because of t.v.

Three hard knocks, ghostomps.
"I'm one of those!" I howl.
They don't hear me though.

To Disrupt the Normal Course of Affairs

Before you came along
she was my song.
I just thought you should know,
she's not all the way gone.
I have pages and pages of her face with her body drawn on.
She had linen limbs and red hair but it was naturally blonde.
She had constant pin curls, and was beautifully withdrawn.
I think I can still feel the breeze that she breathes.
I swear it's nothing, I don't mean to mislead, it won't be long 'til her gravity leaves.

Crazy Golden Bones

You are at the height of my hips,
stand and let my hands comb through the strands to the tips.
Spinning lover listen,

Let yourself settle unaltered into my starving arms, hear me loud as alarms shrill, sharp 'cause I practice, then learn me without words like a silent screen actress.
Lioness lover,
melt into the walls, crawl up to the ceiling make mad shadows three meters tall.
I am one hundred years old consisting of vallies and friction.
What am I love?
I am your shade.
Cool
Composed
Twisted
Follows the sun like a fool
Stunning lover,
flood my roots in the bleak light of the dawn, in the black of the night when the lamposts come on.
Even, swirling skirts of sleet slick on the street can't trip our heat, it drops from our foreheads to the tops of our feet.
Abandon the deep din of your imagination that pries open your chin.
Lie down the line of my spine
it's dying to bend.

Death etc.

I have the choice of being constantly active and happy
or introspectively passive and sad.
Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.

-Sylvia Plath

This Hour Has Seven Days

You should know me new! I will shake you awake.
Thermal
well technically electric, my mistake.
My staring will scare you
but my smile makes you ache.
Eat my dust,
with a great gust of wind, inhale my debris,
exhale me like an earthquake
I just know you'll agree.