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I hate runway models.
by Jared Fladelandclick. click. click.
an exasperated lightbulb falls to the floor, simmering with a gray dance of smoke.
click. click. click.
look at me. look at me. look at me.
an excess of maroon sugar red lipstick
and cavier dollar bill blue eye shadow.
always smiling a dazzling pyrotechnic delivery of blinding ivory teeth.
click. click. click. look at me. look at me. look at me.
Oh I love her. Oh I love her. Oh I love her.
slices of paper with printed displays of centerfolds
and snakes
makes America a funhouse mirror of expected beauty.
click. click. click. look at me. look at me. look at me. Oh I love her. Oh I love her. Oh I love her.
08/09/2006 Posted on 08/09/2006
Copyright © 2024 Jared Fladeland
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/10/06 at 01:24 AM Oooh, I can hear that "click, click, click" of stiletto heels on the runway. "a funhouse mirror of expected beauty" - really gives this arena a clown/circus kind of atmosphere - there is nothing sedate about models on a runway!! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/11/06 at 02:20 PM Nicely captures some of the supeficiality I'm sure we all imagine about that business. Thought provoking to be sure! |
| Posted by Deborah S Regan on 03/30/07 at 01:04 PM great poem. you evoked the catwalk |
| Posted by Johnny Crimson on 11/13/08 at 12:23 PM slices of paper with printed displays of centerfolds
"and snakes
makes America a funhouse mirror of expected beauty."
great lines sir. That could have been the whole poem and it would pass. Good stuff.
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