Let's Do & Say We Did: 2021

Saturday, December 25, 2021

Till Human Choices Wake It And It Drowns
(Or, A Lament For The Once Removable Battery)

Till Human Choices Wake It And It Drowns

(Or, A Lament For The Once Removable Battery)

by johanna faust

the rain can fall upon you

can drench you to the bone

of everything could rob you

you could die alone

i know that, now.

i felt myself falling

with the rain somehow

i failed myself, flailing,

the rain falling hard

pouring out of buckets

laughing untoward

at all umbrellas and jackets

fantasy waterproof

in the end water will win

a leak will find every roof

water will find a way in

intricate machine

back found it dreaming

complicate subroutine

for grounded learning

danger the fluid mean

now no longer playing

all around where it has been

the field now quite level taking

technology trust assumes

by our own names asking we call it

its feckless slumber resumes

no turning off can befall it

not off completely ever

indifferently keeping secrets

Saturday, November 27, 2021

Of Appreciation Or, Perhaps The Sometime Folly Of Desire

Of Appreciation

Or, Perhaps The Sometime Folly Of Desire

a reply by a Faust

Like a dog that to full throated chase of a car having dared

Success — neither expected nor imagined — has found me — surprised —

Bewildered, &, I might swear, not the least bit prepared —

If it were not for all that I confess here not — unrecognized

Specifically the Poet lacks for nothing but Friendship

Everything else has been found more easy to find

To Flattery albeit removed bearing kinship

To another’s Regard the most sought after kind

Whose precise definition is born every instant anew

From What one finds to hand When one’s wherefore’s made Why

Necessity setting limits to How becomes the mother of Who

The above meeting below in the You and the I

So the Poet here fashioning sense of Self & of Good

If aught could become differently, unsure that it should

Monday, November 15, 2021

Truth In Advertising, Or, Ms. Really Real, Both From & To

Truth In Advertising,

Or, Ms. Really Real, Both From & To

(A Playful Excercise In Female Empowerment by a female Faust)

Like serendipity itself attention took from slated tasks

Such as random cameo appearances in the dreams of some genius engineer

To offhandedly introduce us better than I could have had the wit to ask

As if she had noticed some imbalance in my life & thought it — queer —

That so few so called better halves have to me hardly lifted up their veil

Have been hardly willing to be really real, & honest, as have the remaining half

The honest humans that are men, that is, or that identify as male

Have been the only ones undeserving of my only ultimately laugh

So to allow lack of transparency at this so nascent stage to loom

Would seem, well, utter folly — but then — to tell a Chica quite beforeward

That the romantic sounding tickle to their fancy wasn’t, after all, to whom

They thought — not about them — guys get me — this is hard —

Or is it? My gains are but fantasies, imaginings, are whatsoever thing I choose;

My losses but sunk costs — but my honor, because honest, that I cannot bear to lose.

Sunday, November 14, 2021

Cutting Open The Golden Goose Trying To Lay Its Eggs In The Dark

Title:

"Protolocalization"

Academic title:

"Self Help Discovery Remote Handling Techniques"

Street Name:

"Cutting Open The Golden Goose Trying To Lay Its Eggs In The Dark"

Thursday, October 21, 2021

Call It What You Like, Or, A Grinning Cat Can Look At Any Thing

Call It What You Like

Or, A Grinning Cat Can Look At Any Thing

by a female Faust

“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.

“You must be,” said the Cat, “or you wouldn’t have come here.”

Sweet yes, but not — too —

the near unspeakable motley

that Strange Muse of thine infused

in thy metaphor’s variety

(If some creature out of whirling Air

or rushing Fire conjuréd

surely then she’d not to earth

be down, upon, or under it)

yet the extant fact this verse reply

itself shows well, nay off, your skill,

if not the who, the how, &why;

thorough choice the sweetest stories tell

An it be not the tanned & tooled, still, fashion’s merely token

it may suit, the way my hide me suits; rules are nary found unbroken.

I dont want a damn thing from the sea, its all slippin

I need a bird from the sky cause shes free

Someone down to earth or pure fire like a Jinn.

Little bit of Angel, with the power of a litch, a little bit of demon with a bit of dragon skin..

I want em dressed in leather, like Max but better, cause I need em ready for

a fight like crazy, and I need em Mad as all hell, like me..

— Lucifer @0Lightbringer0

Saturday, September 25, 2021

Mis -- A Puzzle Poem By A Faust

Mis

Sing you America! Smash carriage fit! Defining spelling, using chance, giving print communication

Identify the mark, apprehending cue: tree tough, behave; your eye guiding, take direction:

Lay a trick, no mere ill begotten scion. Critical: manage informed representation —

Rule the boat, Sybil your able chief make, trust placing in/for her pronounced conception;

Match a beat, demeanor’s sorry index treating, lead: cast out adventure’s categorization;

Understand the point, sell any thing: your accord, anthropic fire’s right perception;

Quote the memo, fortune’s deed: if conducting trial read, cite, construe interpretation.

homonymic possibilities completing the given title as if prefix

a puzzle poem by a Faust

Monday, September 20, 2021

Punk Chica Birth Day Poem

Punk Ass Chica,

by and to and for and why’d

by a female Faust

Today i got a visit

—I forgot to say,’O, is it?’—

from this woman I have known

who most often walks alone,

However far you’ve fallen

In your own voice is Heaven.

A friend to every creature,

She will listen if they’ll teach her,

so readily thus led

a crow once landed on her head.

Aware that loving money spawning Evil

can almost anything leave ill,

she sees how rich men, in their pride,

discard more usefulness than hide.

So correct can guess a size

as if calipers for eyes

Yet would rather miss a mile wide

Then think it better left untried.

Punk ass Chica, hella tough,

that sings so sweetly, it’s enough

to remind anyone who’ll hear

that wheresoever, Angel’s near.

However far you’ve fallen

In your own voice is Heaven.

She told me in her way

That her birthday way today.

I wish I’d answered then;

Hope I get to once again;

It is good to have a friend.

September 20, 2021 ev

Thursday, July 22, 2021

From An Us To A Y’all Or, Perhaps We Ought Play Bridge | a poem by a Faust

From An Us To A Y’all

Or, Perhaps We Ought Play Bridge

a poem by a Faust

a serendipity Divine is success at being other-halféd

complex, beautiful, & wondrous, an earnéd grace, it is

part sublime philosophy, part just — comfy & well fed

part, at the pub, of throwing knives engravéd hers & his

Wednesday, July 21, 2021

Acknowledgement, Or, Sine Qua Non | sincerely written by a Faust

Acknowledgement

or, Sine Qua Non

Like an acknowledgement quite written while its work is still but — gleam

this from the hip opinion might be called lazy, selfish, worse

— by idiots alone. Notwithstanding how it seem

I know well to whom I owe my thankfulness for any skill at verse.

There is the subject, & the object, & there is also the — objective

There are those who help revision, help me focus, & refine

But there would be — well, nothing, save my own muted perspective

If I hadn’t grown within the wit with which I choose combine

O thou from my birth attendant, O ability discoveréd, Divine!

O friendship ever present, O Joy immeasurable on finding,

O that which moves within me, to whose mine own thoughts incline

O Spirit I must & always thank you, & should never need reminding:

My go to illustration of philosophical supervenience

Is any other thing soever to my mind,

&… my own

GENIUS.

Monday, May 31, 2021

To Mo | a poem by a Faust

to Mo

Or, As if you needed convincing, one reason among many

the world is better with you in it

easier to keep away

the stupid mindless evil when

it threatens overwhelm my day

better looking at the ugly

when i think what you might say

better knowing something funny

sometimes i forget to play

not that anyone is perfect

certainly nobody here

but i never saw a human defect

make you change your love for fear

as if to show how seeing maybe

better finds a way to cope

& in this world such solidarity

is the same for me as hope

Wednesday, May 19, 2021

TO THE MAX PARTS ONE AND TWO

PART ONE WAS PRINTED ON WHITE SILK DYED WITH HERBS AND SPICES AND LOVE ON THE 16TH

PART TWO WAS PAINSTAKINGLY PHOTOSHOPPED ON THE 19TH

Sunday, April 11, 2021

From A Better Friend Than It Seems Is Desired, (Or, No Offense But F*ck You)

From a Better Friend Than It Seems Is Desired,
Or, No Offense But F*ck You*

Working Supplemental Titles: "If You Expected Me To Feel Bad At Your Decision To Take Offense, I'm So Sorry '"When You Called To Wish Me A Happy Birthday & Was Told That You Could Call Back To Leave A Message But I Chose Not To Come To 'the Phone At The Time, Perhaps Your Decision To Take Such Offense That You Called Back To Loudly Leave An Angry Message Lecturing Me At Length For Not Being A Good Enough Friend Was Not Shall We Say Incredibly Well Thought Out"

Thursday, April 8, 2021

100% PORCINE BABY GAETZ MOSAIC

"Matt Gaetz 100% Baby Porcine," a faustian mosaic

Tuesday, April 6, 2021

Because Bowie Meta Mosaic Revisited

Monday, April 5, 2021

Worry, Or…

(self portrait with the myriad simultaneous perhaps unthinkable)

Sunday, April 4, 2021

Lesser Ritual – written by the poet as a young woman, c. Easter 1990

𝕷𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖗 𝕽𝖎𝖙𝖚𝖆𝖑

𝔟𝔶 𝔧𝔬𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔞 𝔉𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔱

extant via : #APAtheosis, a #nyc& #santacruz #AmateurPressAlliance #photocopy #zine

c. Easter 1990

(never before seen online)

In Honor of The Great .'. Work.'.

That It Be Accomplished.

Sweet Visitor:

The best way to view the poems is ti right click and view in a new tab. If you use my work, get my permission, and credit me, period. (This does not include contractual occasional verse). I am, however, very approachable. Contact me here, over at Twitter, or at female dot faust at the gee mail. If no reply, do try again, please,, if it isn't an inconvenience. I will not want to have missed you. Don't leave a comment. You had your chance. I no longer care. Ah, perhaps I do, a little.