and here we dance for the macabre

Boomtown, 2013 There are no more cowboys in America. No, that’s not quite right. There are...

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 13:41:00 -0400

Boomtown, 2013

There are no more cowboys in America.
No, that’s not quite right.
There are cowboys in America, sure as anything,
but their horses have gone to pasture
and their badges have shifted from six shooter stars
to a shield with PD on the end
and the spurs of their boots crackle against pavement
but they still wanna nab that varmint
one way or another.

Howdy there, folks, we’re glad to meet you in
Officer please, I just want to find my friends
There’s a bunch of folks who’d like to greet you in
Smoke plumes over a skyline for the second time in my life
and my eyes water though I am too far
to feel the flames. I’m standing in a cafe.
Someone nearby makes a comment about Dante’s hell
and I think to myself no, shut the fuck up
Dante went into hell to claim a woman
and I’d rather be chewed in Satan’s icy maw
than listen to you wax poetic on “This must be what hell is
this is hell, this is hell hell hell” when children can’t find
their shoes
and may no longer need them.

You can bet we’ll have lots of Western fun 

And excitement for you

We’ll ride and rope, do a square dance and shoot a gun 

And we’ll sing a song or two

Let’s sound the alarm, that’s what we do here, yes?
One if by land, two if by sea.

This is a town built on the broken backs of dock workers.
Days pass.
At 3pm I wait for the 71 bus, cursing myself for bringing a coat
it’s beautiful out, early spring, and I could have gotten away
with just a hoodie.
By midnight there’s blood on Mt Auburn St
and I am by my window 4.7 miles away
watching the searchlights shift
wondering if the rambling noises in the distance
are cars, or trucks, or tanks, or mecha.

Come along, folks, now we’re gonna start the fun in
I walk through a city that is an urn
grey with asphalt and flakes of fingernail
I am running, running, running away
running rivers running currents running my mouth
a city grieving locked in their homes
drowning out their sorrows with Neil Diamond lyrics
while people tens of thousands of miles away say
“Hey, we get shit blown up all the time, calm down.”
You can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my real mom.

Children are dead, okay? I get it. While greying men shriek
derailment! don’t take our guns! don’t take our guns!
and a boy whose hair I want to brush from his face
lays bleeding in a boat dock, under a tarp like a pile of AK-47s,
embroiled in things I cannot possibly fathom.
Won’t somebody think of the goddamn children? Won’t somebody
think?

I learned more about how to make a bomb
from the leaflet put out by the Department of Homeland Security
than I ever did from googling
“how to make a bomb out of shit in my garage.”
And yet we wonder to ourselves, wonder to our friends
my god Kathy, my god, how could this happen?

Time passes and we pause to remember things
we haven’t stopped thinking about
for days and days and days.
I sigh, not out of desperation but resignation
that I shouldn’t go on the T right now
shouldn’t return to normalcy quite yet
there’s a media circus downtown, you see and
I just wanted to return my book
to the library.

Get your pal and promenade down to
Boom- Boom- Boomtown!

macabrekawaii: I did a Sandman’s Delirium themed photoshoot...

Thu, 28 Mar 2013 12:53:36 -0400

macabrekawaii:

I did a Sandman’s Delirium themed photoshoot today, here’s an unedited teaser.

I always forget to post here. But I am proud of this.

I just wanted to say. You are fantastically beautiful. And it is my firm belief that you have the greatest ass in history.

Fri, 07 Sep 2012 22:33:59 -0400

"A “Behind The Scenes” look at the shoot for our current girl/girl book projec". The two of you look just amazing in this, is there any way we can see a few more behind the scene shots?

Tue, 12 Jun 2012 15:40:00 -0400

Not a fucking chance.

macabrekawaii: jencatalano: Top Photo:Raw, unedited image by...

Sun, 22 Apr 2012 18:28:54 -0400

macabrekawaii:

jencatalano:

Top Photo:
Raw, unedited image by Stephen Ostrowski.
A “Behind The Scenes” look at the shoot for our current girl/girl book project.
Models: Jen Catalano (me), and Amy Macabre.

Bottom Photo:
Album Cover for Tom Waits’ “Small Change”.

One of my favorite photos of all time paired with one of my favorite photos of all time. And yes, the longhaired girl is indeed me. That is indeed my butt. And of course in the background of the lower pic is Cassandra Peterson aka Elvira herself!

macabrekawaii: photo of me and Singer Mali at Club Passim,...

Wed, 29 Feb 2012 13:10:37 -0500

macabrekawaii:

photo of me and Singer Mali at Club Passim, performing my poem “Lupercalia” with musical accompaniment! it was unbelievable and I am still so touched and honored to have been a part of the Winter celebration.

Lupercalia February is the month of wolves and I lope these...

Mon, 05 Sep 2011 14:19:45 -0400

Lupercalia

February is the month of wolves
and I lope these sorrowful trees
like a hunter on the mark of prey
long since hiding its scent in the snow.

Once we ran naked through the streets
howling to the heavens dressed in skins
proclaiming our lust from cracked lips
quenched by wine and each other’s flesh.

Now I am barren of your love.
My womb holds not life nor does my heart
hold more than a half-life,
a shadow of an eternity never to be.

So I have given myself over to the forest
to the feral whispers from the caves
the yellow eyes that watch from the darkness
so that I may forget I was once a woman.

Here I stand transformed
rank breath and matted fur
a beast on two legs
waiting for blood to spill.

poem by Amy Macabre