Monday, January 19, 2009

The Right People

When you walk in it's the head to toe thing
You know what they're thinking and you care too much
And ignore them

They communicate with nice white snarls
And rubber promises
They're happy, happy, happy

Identity in six inch cloppy daggers
Fluffy coat hangers
And chests and thighs and hawks' eyes
Hey bitches! Mwah, mwah!
I'll be there for you until I have to be there for you

Their pruned pincers clench each other's shoulders
And they smile hard and rehearsed
Their eyes pretty diamonds

When did it all happen?
When did meaning get so tossed and turned
And burned
Into a hot whirlwind of cold, stark appearance?

Spin and whirl your rich blonde curls
Since when has one shoe size fitted you all?


  1. Wow. Put up more poems shez! Start blogging again :)