Denise Duhamel & Stephen Paul Miller
Denise Duhamel: These poems were made two words at a time (Stephen Paul and I going back and forth), using the first letters of the three names in the title. Tom Fink and David Shapiro are poet friends of ours.
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Denise Lynn Duhamel
Denise Duhamel dive-bombs blessed loft addresses, devil's
advocates, dolly dresses, and loud cuddly men.
Delicious Denise deflowers dull dead Delmore and doodles dandelions,
silly daffodilly Dalmatians.
Dandy Lily--damned and delusional--
dances for Dylan, a dapper blond voodoo doll
with lush dandruff designs, diadems of dinosaurs and dolphins.
Livid domestics dawdle, dishcloths' leading ladies
dabbling in moodiness. Doling out dulce ladles of pudding,
lowland lads discuss daddy longlegs’ love ladder, its delicious
dangle.
David Ludlow and Lady Di lead God down Delancey,
dealing dizzily drafted Quaaludes.
Ditzy damsels lap-dance
for draft-dargers dating Dalton Books low-wage drudges.
Dumbass Diebold machines double as doughnuts.
A dozen Dallas Doughboys dally, ludicrously devout to diddlysquat.
Goodbye Cleveland, LSD kingdom, midfield midriff dimples,
damp dumpy rotund roly-polies. Did love lampoon docudrama?
Do lizards defy daredevils? Could a dagger handle a diatribe?
Duckloads of waddling debutantes deliver Daddy.
Befuddled Sylvia decodes the Plaths, their riddles
livening up Wednesdays in idle December.
Dignified failures, old dingdongs, deranged lice.
Stephen Paul Miller
Stephen Paul Miller sucks
the plum of all major subplots.
He mega-splurges on a muffin
he delivers to the Sphinx.
Stephen Paul Miller stumps
the opium spin machine cycle bunch.
He simply pleasures out on spicy mail
and goes to pink malls where fuming presidents
lampoon their PMS pickax missions
and Mama Phillips slurps melon mists.
Stephen Paul Miller smiles
as sappy militants humble Osama.
Musical plumbers pipe makeshift prom songs
Moses composes, such as "Spun Moon,"
"More Soup," and "Mister Pout." Milky
ways plummet; pimples, meat, and small potatoes mate;
and mucus-pus pisses pizza. Pubescent mania
performs superbly while postmenopausal solemnity
predicts the 2004 Bush vote bump math.
Stephen Paul Miller's poem snippets pistol scream,
molesting pipsqueak spider mayors.
Stephen Paul Miller is Superman, Spiderman—please
see the madcap Incredibles posthaste
so Bush's misogynists can plunder female space.
Multiple jesting PMLA footnotes
spit moods at Stephen Paul Miller who says,
"My offspring must pay a modicum
of pleasure to espionage me.
My sprung rhythm smells like spring.
My prongs (poems/essays) taste like maple.
Smell the peach melba pies, papaya milkshake,
maraschino apple, moist grape. Open sesame, gape pal,
and peel some purple mangoes--it's six P.M.
and supper monsters stomp powerfully, seeking
sour Spam, immensely-pushed Pop Tart memorabilia,
imps saying to Stephen Paul Miller:
'Sap my sycamore stamp. Spawn my plump
stem cells. Spare my Spartan crumbs.'"
Thomas Adam Fink
Terrible famines, election fraud,
fedoras from Target, Presidential
chit-chat…Tom Fink's flabbergasted!
Flat taxes fit American fat-cat fiats before the rupture.
Fink's post-rapture tome fascinates fantabulous tomboys.
After Endtime, footloose tap dancers juice fast,
fixating on Tom's favorite fitness
tips. Tasting a fuck is fattening,
and their favors fast-forward theatrically desperate housewifey antics.
Family Ties' Felicity Huffman tampers with First Amendment
safety knots, afraid of taboo. St. Francis totems (reformatory
tampons) flame tigon-like, abundant and fertile.
St. Augustine feeds tidbits to furbearers.
Fowls act, affecting face-to-face St. Johns' heads. If Thomas Aquinas
fakes theory, Aquaman drifts left of Nader. If NAFTA
officially tanks, Ralph's officially treasure..
(Thomas Jefferson, founder of tambourines, infatuated
with inflatable toys, loved taffy.) Tom's rift with Taft
supporters finally falling off, Taft himself frantic. A fish
in tune with FM radio hears Taft talking tariffs and farts at him.
Oafish stutterers weightlift for a cure for asthma.
A Canton waterfall actually fizzles
as the Fugitive's elected faith falters. Significant élan
and fate drive the operating theater to famous flashing things:
fancy tanks, no-fault sin, tattered fanfare. Farrah Faucett
finishes last. Wilma Flintstone (mafia dominatrix) and Far East Faith Hill
are fantastic friends of tabloids. President Gerald Ford's
1965 Falcon follows a taxi full of chattering in forbidden dialects.
A Flat Foot Floozie faxes Tom a tempting offer to fly to Iraq for Easter.
The plane's anti-freeze is anti-foreigner fluid tested, tamper-proof.
Tom's fortunate that Finnish Teflon assortments
pack effortlessly in cyborg fat. Tourists' fanny packs suffice
for Santa's fuchsia tote. Tom floats, forward thinking,
after-rapture-ready for atomic annihilation feasibility.
David Joel Shapiro
Disk jockeys spin déjà vu
jiffy-popping sadistic song.
David enjoys just doing judo kicks,
discursively projecting
"je ne sais quoi" decasyllabics.
His jurisdiction reaches Jordon,
adjacent to the stadium
of Taj Dispondee.
Jaded job-related sedated doubts
justify Jewish dating.
Janitors dodge Jesus's dandruff
then jump shards of dejected skylight.
Lumberjacks denounce the jasmine dew.
Judge Judy's jackass dies.
Jazz devotees skyjack Hadassah.
Mojo divas drink juice and soda.
St. John, the disciple of Jackson 5's
"Dancing Machine," adjusts his thong,
and jiggles John the Baptist's donut.
Claims adjusters jilt dozens of jumbo debutantes
and junior diamondbacks. David's ejector-seat
spreads joy to Jacksonville. Dogs jam
to the Judd sisters. Jag mediums
muddle jigsaw-shaded jaguars
who jumpstart Dodge Darts. Dad's in La Jolla
hijacking oldies, subject to ludicrous days in jail.
The Adventures of Joaquín Dubois (the Jester)
majorities fundamentalism and progressive jargon.
John Conyers decides Detroit's Jack and Jill
jigger pseudo-elections.
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Stephen Paul Miller has written several poetry books including Skinny Eighth Avenue and The Bee Flies in May, both from Marsh Hawk Press, and a critical study: The Seventies Now: Culture as Surveillance (Duke UP). He co-edited Scene of My Selves: New Work on the New York School Poets (National Poetry Foundation), and he's a professor of English at St. John's U. in NYC.
Denise Duhamel’s most recent books are Ka-Ching! ((University of Pittsburgh Press, 2009). Two and Two (Pittsburgh, 2005) and Queen for a Day: Selected and New Poems ( Pittsburgh, 2001). She has also collaborated with Maureen Seaton, Sandy McIntosh, and Amy Lemmon. She is an associate professor at Florida International University in Miami.