Saturday, May 17, 2014

MIMI-MONA - A Poem

©MIMI-MONA
Mimi Wolske, May 2014
Mimi Wolske-Mona Arizona™
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the dichotomy of
Mimi-Mona
may divide the
erotic from the
avant garde
the surreal
the tres chic
BUT
when someone as
sui generis as
Mimi-Mona
appears on the scene,
it is time to see
everything must
belong to
one part or
the other and
nothing
can belong
simultaneously
to both
unless both are one
and that one is
the one the only
Mimi-Mona
she probably will be
mumbling stumbling
rocking as the chaos
around her rages on
she says, calmly,
it is nothing compared to
the chaos raging in me—
after all, I am an artist
and I write stories
and poems
I am
Mimi-Mona


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Thursday, May 15, 2014

POETRY - HORROR: Soul Heiress

©Soul Heiress
Mimi Wolske, May 2014
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Heiress to it all,
whatever it all entailed,
since her auntie died...
who was survived by
her two children,
a boy and a girl...
she waited on
a placid jetty that was
populated temporarily
with the ignorant
who awaited the voyage
to accompany her.

Her knowledge of
the being, of the
dreaded truth, and the
obscure circumstances
surrounding her aunt's
cause of death
were things that were eked
out as though from a dream
and intensified as they angled
down the shortcut on the
precipitous hillside from the
deceased's home to the water.

Perplexing were the vegaries
of hateful cousins' personalities
once they realized the inheritor
was the sole possessor of
the extravagant figurine
with unclear pictorial intent, an
object coveted since it
simultaneously could
be the serpent-woman Lamia,
a benevolent Jinn, or Nakh
with her seductive singing voice—
all three as monstrous as the twins.

Scenes and half-sounds only
artists and poets could describe
could save the beneficiary's life,
but either these aesthetes edited
out the bizarre visitations in
the nightly dreams of those
believers and followers or
their notes and correspondence
were not preserved save for one...
a line in an abstruse poem:
"...confessed his acute fear of
the gigantic nameless thing."

The deceased's children claimed
their mother became
panicky, eccentric and
that after nights of
incessant screams to be saved
from the claws of some
escaped denizen of hell,
she fell into a fitful silent trance,
which lasted weeks, until
at last she sat straight up
in her bed, clutched her chest,
and succumbed to the waiting horrors.

Young Allegra, the sole heiress,
believed the statuette, or
the fetish—if that's
what it was—to be so
singularly hideous she
wrapped it and hid it away
never realizing she'd
stumbled into a dark cult
totally unknown, except
by two; the idol was too
diabolic for any recognized
school of arts to lay claim.

Although packed away,
the figurine (which stood
ten and twelve inches high
and was of exquisite and
artistic workmanship,
the green monster with
its sensual serpent body
and a face too handsome
for what it might be)
never lost it's power;
it sang too Allegra
at night while she dreamed.

Fearsome and
unnatural nightmares,
which could become a
malignancy to the heiress if
the talisman came into the
hands of the evil twins,
plagued her sleep and showed
hidden and undecipherable
characters on its base...
which she never noticed
when, frightened by it,
she buried it in some box.

What unhallowed
cycle of life had become
her auntie's world at the end?
Surely it was nothing
she could conceive or
willing took part. Were
the twins part of some
curious form of devil worship?
Such deliberate bloodthirstiness
repulsed and chilled the
inheritor...made her shudder,
awed her into silence.

The night previous to
descending the precipitous
hillside, local police came for
information, explaining some
of the town's women and children
had disappeared when they
wandered into the dark haunted
woods where no town's men
dared to venture, and then
came the incessant cries, the town's
men relayed, soul-chilling chants...
oh, and dancing devil flames.

Waiting on the jetty in the
late afternoon, the heiress
studied her surroundings.
Across the water lay
miles of woods where
day never came, where
those who worshipped
the horrors of darkness
stayed out of sight. On this
side of the water, the pile of
dank stones and fragments
of an aged and rotting wall.

Allegra brought back the
memory of the police and
the soul-gripping cries
she heard in her dream...or,
was it a dream? Faintly
audible on the other side—
a curdling shriek. There.
It came again, and again
at infrequent intervals and
always when the wind shifted
and ever-expanding ripples across
the water...something dropping in?

There was something...
something evil here; laws and
morals thrown aside by each
one in the small group on the
jetty...and the inheritor reluctant
to be left alone for fear one of
them may be unholy and
might advance a step toward
her and the casket—
then, something happened;
something beneath the waves
and in the deep waters.

The chanting began slowly
and in hushed tones by
the twins and the priest.
Memory never died, she
reminded herself as black
spirits, moldy from the
rumors thrown to the
forgotten bottom of the
sea, came up from the depths
with shrill screeches and wails.
She climbed onto the coffin
when all locked eyes on her.

Primal mysteries through which
not even her thoughts could
pass cut off the otherworldly
intercourse when the hillside
opened and vaporous beings
jettisoned up, up, up...and then
down, down, down, all coming
directly for Allegra. Or, were
they coming for the soul in
the coffin? Not knowing or
 understanding what she was doing, she
crossed her arms above her.

The giant thing circled; it left
trails, outlines of the others,
then coming back to form one.
Was this what auntie saw?
It swooped down, into the
coffin, then shot to each
of the twins, then, as if savoring
the frightened prayer of the priest,
dove and took his soul, too.
When she opened her eyes, she
knew she inherited nothing from
her aunt; she was the Soul Heiress.

The matter of the cult,
the twins and priest, the
missing women and children,
and the figurine had
vanished...any innocence that
that remained was stripped
away and reformed by the
giant, shaped into a raving,
delirious monster of stone
becoming the idol of unknown
origin, about a foot in height,
waiting for the next soul.





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Tuesday, May 13, 2014

POETRY: Caged

©CAGED
Mimi Wolske, May 2014
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Forced to lie in this room as dark as pitch
like an unsinging, single-eyed, caged bird
and wait for the raven and the black wolf,
neither of which I'll find but I will see,
I'm plagued, I fear her threat of revenge;
My nervous system reacts to severe
thoughts from an overactive imagination.

Far away, diamonds, racing away from
a black hole look like falling gypsy stars,
are only a  memory locked away
in my brain of nights before this nightmare,
of love before this invasion of those
beckoning fears and wayward tears falling
into the abyss of souls with love lost.

I open my mouth and a love affair
of words too fast to be understood
escapes and swirls like a smoky fog that
is as amorphous as all our trusting
entanglements and lays selfishness in
a coffin with the bitterness that was
hers and her desire destroy true love.

It is her voice that is vapid, for she
is piety, second-hand morality
offering slight-of-hand tricks, riddles in
a mystery that is concealed in time...
or until the door of the cage is opened,
light fills the room, the raven flies, and the
the wolf's sense of smell is ravenous.

A lightning crack to the head, a paranoid
psychosis becomes illuminating
in horror's now hopelessly overly
zombied and sodomy-phobic painting,
Evil withholds her magic glasses from
the unsinging, single-eyed, caged bird and
the wolf that could wake the sleeping princess.

(Caged by Allison Hill)

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Monday, May 12, 2014

POETRY - EMOTION: Wallflower




©WALLFLOWER
Mimi Wolske, May 2014
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They call me
Wallflower
I stand behind everyone else
waiting to be chosen
afraid someone will chose me
Invisible
people look pass me
or through me
never offering a smile
never replying when I speak
nor including me in their
conversation
they know I'm
no beauty
queen with a sparkling smile
being a bride's maid
or marrying into
society
Mine is not
a ravaged face
and I lack the social grace
to entertain
I am the girl who is inane
so I invent lovers on
my phone so I
don't feel alone
I can pretend
they call me My Love
and bestow deserving kisses
I giggle like a
debutante
When all I ever really want
is to never know the
pain of not being named
when they're choosing
partners for any game
or being called
Wallflower


(painting by David Palumbo)

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POETRY - LOVE: Age of the Sail

©Age of the Sail

Mimi Wolske, May 2014
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My teeth are exploding
lead and mercury-filled silver
flying in all directions
like Chinese fireworks
and I'm daydreaming
of Alberta again

Muscles are weakening
exercise left unfulfilled
squats and presses and yoga
also walking
I sit daydreaming
of Alberta again

This old sail has seen
it's share of cemetery
screwing and church-yard
orgies or am I
only daydreaming
of Alberta again



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POETRY - Eating Bananas Won't Make It Bigger

©Eating Bananas Won't Make It Bigger
Mimi Wolske, May 2014
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there's a madness
swimming about
this inner sanctum
that is creatively
productive

what happened to
my dreams, my plans
the arts/family
I always believed them
indivisible

indulging pain
out of balance
when I am ignored
I tread in this cesspool
like a Sarah Bernhardt

yesterday's gone
throwing off that
yoke of misery
salvaged blood's anxiety
sleeps immodestly

mosquito leaves
the dog...first sucks
on me before
it flits and flees north
to suck on you

wait—tell me what
makes the penis
bigger...products
or some random ghoul
can't it be me

there's a madness
swimming about
this inner sanctum
that is creatively
productive


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Sunday, May 11, 2014

POETRY - ROMANTIC: Red Lips and High Heels

©Red Lips and High Heels
Mimi Wolske, May 2014
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There she lies
wearing only lipstick
(red, red lipstick) to
color the wounds
you know she might inflict
and high heels that
emphasize her complex but
redoubtable moral stature
You know she could
outwit you with her
cunning and her control
She recognizes your
need for love—
and she withholds
You love her madly,
passionately,
with feverish intensity,
as a man can only love
a woman who responds
with a petrified smile to
your ever calm and
unchanging dominance
"Pajamas are for sissies,
Darling," she says, her
sultry voice enticing
like a spider drawing
you into her web
You go willingly
because you can't
help yourself
You adore her
You want her
She belongs to you
She is more than a
mere part of your pack
She is the alpha
female who plays
to your alpha male
From beginning to end
she is your erotic
fantasy, desire,
memory, your love




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POETRY—EROTIC: Unlock All of Me

©Unlock All of Me
Mimi Wolske, May 2014
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At the sound of your voice,
my breathing deepens;
my chest rises with each
breath I hadn't realized I need.
I shiver with anticipation.

It's late; everyone's in bed.
I hunger for your touch,
fall into your words of lust
and desire mesmerized,
hypnotized to feel only you.

Our foreplay is the most
diabolical and divine,
the filthiest and the purest,
thoughts, emotions...
and even actions.

Exploring our desire with
sexual abandon, we're locked together
and we wrestle with debauchery
and virtue, control and
liberation, logic and absurdity.

I am yours, your Venus in
fur; you're an unstoppable
force, erotically mine, and
determined to hit your mark;
I tremble like a cat.

Unlock all of me—
I'll become the dilettante
of love and sex and of
dominance—my
power is in your passion.

My imagination
corrupted, my blood inflamed,
I tender a crackling fire,
your reflection seen
in flames of red.

Not guided by reason,
our pulses beat faster and
we corrupt each other
to the very fiber
of our loving beings.



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