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Loss, Vanity & Denial for the LOW price of a Rebounding Libido
by Trisha De GraciaYour words are my great glorious tube
of $2.99 No Name lipstick
in "Firetruck666."
They are smoothing on and smearing off the edges
with a greasy determination to adhere to the flesh you were born in
bleeding outside of the lines
concealling the true transparency
of your vicious and acid-lined lips.
I'd love to take your glossy red speeches
your shimmering, sparkling synonyms faking
the meanings of 'always' and 'perfect'
and leave them to melt back into
the conglomerate mess of whale oils and fish scales
unnatural pigments and poisoned illusions
you sold me for less than half-off.
01/22/2004 Posted on 01/22/2004
Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Barbara Griffith on 01/22/04 at 11:33 PM I think this is one of those ones, where the first time you read it, it hits you the hardest. I like the title.:D |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 01/23/04 at 02:36 PM YES. *mad cackling.* YES. VERY NICE. UGH. EXCELLENT. |
| Posted by Mainon A Schwartz on 01/26/04 at 12:33 AM The last line does pack a punch, but I think perhaps it also blurs the metaphor-- you, instead of his words, are the clearance-priced lipstick. Maybe intentional, maybe not-- I'm going to mull this one over. In any case, the metaphor is slick, and maybe my phobia of mixed metaphors is irrelevant. The title, yes. Yes. Yes. :) |
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