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Diva's Dish

by Scott Utley







She was a diva doused in diamonds, deep scarlet, black sable,


this much I could feel, this much I was sure of.


Blank-eyed, my head titled forward, out and down.


My perspective was a hawk’s eye view of Hades.


Fifty-third and third - use to be my corner when I was fourteen.


Amongst the littered streets of Chelsea,


Sheridan Square, Christopher Street, the pier, the trucks,


my old neighborhood over off bank street by HB studios,


lay debris, detriment, and minced miniature genitalia of yesterday’s


used-up action figures greeting good morning through hazed petrol-glassed,


excremental eyes - and dick-less. But I felt her. Immediately.


And my fantasies flew wild! Just as the falcons on fifth avenue do


when the pigeons fly their loops.


I raised my head as fast as her black satin heel had hit the curb,


but she tricked me. Now, there’s a switch! Fool me once, shame on me.


I was sure she was the one, all mine. She made me feel that way.


I was played like an old whore after Mardi Gras.


In the first moment, being mortal, I suffered profoundly,.


In the next moment, my blank stare became starry as I gazed in wonder


at her eyes darting to and fro, her gold-leafed head turning circles.


I wondered how she did that? Then those eyes! Those eyes;


oscillating, glitter-opticals illuminating my barren heart.


january 1 2008 - ( currently reviewing and editing this piece
at the moment it seems empty to me and not worth the effort so I am moving on -
it'll b interesting to see if i ever come back to this.
My stoned-cold soul flickered limp. But a spark does remain.






08/23/2006

Posted on 08/24/2006
Copyright © 2019 Scott Utley

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 11/09/06 at 01:57 AM

This is so intense it's like waiting for a pounce. Climactic. Way cool. ;)

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