MADE UP POEM
With brush, pencil and stick her poem makes an appearance:
A made up, out of bed, out of the shower, out there poem;
An eye-lined, lip lush, highlighted bright poem;
A ‘go to work on a poem’ kind of poem;
A lady luck club loving poem;
A made up poem.
With cream, tissue and water her poem makes an appearance:
An indoors, into the shower, into her bed poem;
A red-eyed, lip cracked, pasty poem;
A ‘real me’ poem;
A broken poem.
Tossing, turning, sweating, her poem makes an appearance:
The boat of her life is ever sinking
And family and friends always knew she had pulled the plug
And her favourite brush is matted with hair
And try as she does she can’t pull this terrible poem
From its teeth, from her appearance, but…
With brush, pencil and stick her poem makes an appearance:
A made up, out of bed, out of the shower, out there poem;
An eye-lined, lip lush, highlighted bright poem;
A ‘go to work on a poem’ kind of poem;
A lady luck club loving poem;
A made up poem.
—Rupert Mallin
Posted by dwaber at May 25, 2007 11:35 AM