mardi 22 avril 2014

Vintageable beauty

Who said it was vintageable beauty?
Perhaps it had been transformed after birth?
From Under the Volcano

Or delayed in its inception
It became so precious due to assimilating forces

Forces that flip-flopped
Evil on its belly

Forces that screened
Carcinoma out of the skin

If I were to have a vitageable
Hour or day -forget the year

I would deem it semi-hard like
A good goat cheese

I would look at it
Through the flakes of raw salt

I would listen to it as
The bread knife streaks across the crunchy crust.

Then, I would spin my body in front of a
Decomposed mirror

Reflecting puzzled, conflicting parts just
Like the Continents at strife

I would invite a gymnast to do an Olympic
Beam routine

Backbenders and flips on an abandoned
Submarine torpedo

Reaching for a volcanic Mexican bottle

With a dated black and white boney Frida Kalo
Image on its etiquette

I would take a vintage swig to
Cool and numb the burning of my spine

Laid out in a desert
Over a sloping sand dune.

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