I couldn't tell you what inspired it--maybe it was portraying the Nabokovian youngstress Marylou in Walter Salles' adaptation of On the Road--but disheveled vampiress Kristen Stewart has published some poesie in Marie Claire.
Ah, yes, because most of the venerated American poets--like Sylvia Plath, say--found their meter in fashion rags, too.
The poem is brilliantly titled "My Heart is a Wiffle Ball/Freedom Pole" and, you guessed it, pulls from her steadfast notions regarding both womanhood and tragedy.
Hey, we've all dealt with pain. It's just some of us had more of a knack for not writing it down.
The "embarrassing" poem (she said it, not me) was written after her split with inamorata Robert Pat...oh, you know what, I just don't care.
Here is her verse. Read it, if you must. And do share because it's worth something.
My Heart is a Wiffle Ball/Freedom Pole
I reared digital moonlight
You read its clock, scrawled neon across that black
Kismetly ... ubiquitously crest fallen
Thrown down to strafe your foothills
...I'll suck the bones pretty.
Your nature perforated the abrasive organ pumps
Spray painted everything known to man,
Stream rushed through and all out into
Something Whilst the crackling stare down sun snuck
Through our windows boarded up
He hit your flint face and it sparked.
And I bellowed and you parked
We reached Marfa.
One honest day up on this freedom pole
Devils not done digging
He's speaking in tongues all along the pan handle
And this pining erosion is getting dust in
My eyes
And I'm drunk on your morsels
And so I look down the line
Your every twitch hand drum salute
Salutes mine ...
K-Stew, you get 'em, grrrl!
