Print This Page

best in show.

I never understood her ways
her manner on the phone
or the face to face
headgames.
the girl is enamoured of all the world
you’d say
all of the world to herself -
a world of red carpets, of cappuccinos, sunglasses:
of mobiles & mentholated cigarettes,
and margaritas on yachts
with helipads
would be hers.

she would walk on high

not for those sweet boys
with aching loins
but to garner shifty glances
from diamond-dusted supermodels;
so love her today
drink to her beauty today
for tomorrow desires her
& she sweeps up the days, the years
the worthless glitter of life
in her ageless perfect hands.

 

 

(for Paris)