Thursday, May 17, 2012
green-eyed lady
I swing in a mini skirt
and pill box hat,
cat-eyes and pompadour hair,
wild in my Stiletto-heeled
shoes- and I skulk in a monk dress
with the cowl over my head.
For evening wear I have my skimpy
chiffon, You can find me usually covered
in lace with matching long sleeves.
A feather boa on occasion.
and it's alright to bare my midriff
wide-belled ankles flowing,
you won't see me in those corsets,
seamed tights, skirts covering
my knees. oh dear, just
hand me my short plastic raincoat
and my go-go boots-
and watch my hemlines get shorter and shorter.
remember those urbanized days-
when life was in separates, pieces and not
efficiently outfitted?
tell me green-eyed lady,
were you radical, subversive,
do you remember a time when
counterculture and social revolution
permeated your white-washed air?
irresponsible excess and flamboyance.
that's all I see in you.
no, you don't remember anything
green-eyed lady, even though you were
there.
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