summer heart
in her boho bag
on the fucking credenza
in the corporate apartment,
and so she has to make do.
At Philippe's,
she is the coldshock girl
at the VIP party
with the killer kiss
and the sweet side shave.
Sleet is the new sincere,
blue the new red,
freeze-blistered the new happy;
kick the bum,
be the face,
don't forget the swag.
I adore "sleet is the new sincere!"
ReplyDeleteYou have certainly captured the type in a less than flattering pose.
ReplyDeleteI love the rhythm of this piece, and the "sweet side shave" (among others).
ReplyDeleteThis gal is iced vodka served up on the coldest night of the heartless winter. Brilliant but hard-frozen, like stars. Didn't I hear she was now dating a rap monster?-- B
ReplyDeleteI like "sleet is the new sincere", too. :)
ReplyDeleteCharacter indictment at its best--and not of one person but the entire monstrous creature that births her in all her incarnations, male and female, grasping and freezing and ignoring what matters for what spends best and flatters the bulemic figure. Fine one, Shay. The last stanza is killer, but I think the other two more than equal it.
ReplyDeleteI liked the character you have presented here. In fact I think I am her at times. And I think we may all strive to be her at times when the situation calls for it.
ReplyDeleteHere I found vacuous to be the new sincere. Tis 2012 after all and what do we need to have in our hearts that isn't all ready available at the after party?
Great work and viva la
I've seen these types from a distance, and known to keep my distance. This ain't one for the landfill!
ReplyDeleteCold is the new HOT, baby!
ReplyDeletegotta have that swag!
ReplyDeletea wonderfully Fireblossom poem!
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NEVER forget the swag. ;)
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