v is for venereal disease.
a is for alone and allocated.
c is for come on, hurry up you cheap bastard...
.
.
.
p is for plethora, p is for pleather,
tight against the arcs of my skin,
and it dawns on me, like so many things do,
that pleather is such a perfect attire for me these days,
the way it contours to movement,
the way it reveals without revealing...

cat calls, cat tail, catwoman,
i'm feeling the sudden urge to purr,

i'm an alley cat on a corner,
licking my wounds, smoking my newport,
watching my breath, reinforced with chemicals, disintegrate into the night,
waiting for larry the loser to pay cash up-front to fuck my red pleather dress,
to lick my pleather boots, to touch my pleather ass.

the thing about pleather is that it cleans up easy
no mess... surely it's flammable, but no mess,
no stains,
no evidence,
no reminder,
it fits well it zips, it stretches, it's easy to wear...
and unwear.

in red i'm a fucking billboard... literally,
i'm a vibrant spectacle, alluring, suggestive, to the point,
placing my ass as an ad on the street,
with big shiny red letters,
with fusion plastic like leather faux patent leather vinyl,
larry likes vinyl,
it makes those rubber noises...
synthetic...
the very best pleather is polyurethane
but pvc clothes work too,
gloss paint, plumbing... whore couture,
i'm not sure i follow the logic but i look dead sexy, bitch.

it's cold on Allison St. even in the summer
and it's lonely here even when the streets are crowded,
even when all the girls are working,
but there is an suv coming down the road,
it's always an suv,
like a chrome, two-toned angel
with twenty inch rims,
maybe i won't be out here for long
suv-types like me. i have that look. that stereotyped image.
allow me to allude back to my attire by saying;
you know what they say about curiosity...

and he looks so scared
and he looks so rich
so handsome
so young
so perfect
so atypical
so so
and i hope he keeps driving,
i'm no julia roberts, he's no richard gere,
but he's motioning to me...

i'm pretty in pleather
and i think i'm suffocating.



05/18/2006

05/18/2006

Author's Note: Part of CONTAINERS - by me and frankie sanchez!

Posted on 05/21/2006
Copyright © 2010 Nicole Hyde