she was like a walking floral arrangement
marinated in forced politeness
glazed with jealousy and sprinkled with pride
but there was the voice in her jar, the cry
madness or God? a baby or a cat in heat?
she asked but nobody knew
all those puny politicians she met
fake jesuses and fake madonnas
poorly acting bad lovers and bad clowns
breath odor apollos under the unbathed sun...
she was pickled in her baby time
stamped with madonna's face for eternal shame
her cemented heart did not remember itself
'slap me, make me laugh, i provoke, i don't beg'
became its epitaph engraved on a city sidewalk
by her tears she once shed
before she became a walking howl of a desert
with a whip in her claws and a stare of a chef
her mind covered with thick layers of caramel
she kept the wind still with sugar icing
and hiding from the sun under the layers of fondant
futility became her way
vanity became her safety goggles
as she walked with less spring and more and more weight
when new chefs pop up everywhere like dandelion flowers
would it be mad to wear a lemon yellow edible hat?
she didn't ask
only the wind would know the answer to that
and to how all her thoughts became so vain
and those tears were not
jezebel of plastic bells she smiles her best reverend smile when she feels like murder toward someone somehow holier than her best self-delusion //who do you pray to when your mouth is like abyss and your words poison the light of day like smoke? for what good are prayers filled with lies?// jezebel of elastic tales she proclaims peace and love for all the reverend mothers of thieves and whores all jezebels and delilahs, oh dear interrogating imaginary spirits sisters //who do you pray to when you open your abyss and your words are a swarm of hungry locusts?// jezebel of plastic sails she storms her smiley guile-y heaven by offering candy in unrestrained profusion that's how she understands life all the things sweet and nice for the queen of heaven’s paradise //who do you pray to when your heart has seven heads and ten horns? some sleazy god somebody else believes in? granting authority to your fake eyelashes and your piou...
