I'm still working on the revision of my last poem, but here's another.
Liquidation Sale
Because she climaxed at the clinic
and necked with the zig-zag cobwebs.
Whatchoosay? Whoa!
Because she applies a callous makeup,
contours her profile with buckshot.
Sting! Sting!
Because she’s crass and flashes
the knife-fingers of mania.
Unloads her voice for a song.
Because her teeth are tapped,
cleavage is hacked, her cell phone
surveillance button is checked.
Because it’s a symptom.
A symptom of a condition.
An indication of an impacted aplomb.
Because we reupholster her lips.
swap her off-balance jitters
with symmetry. How, when they are, even.
Because now she will crunch her own
tongue and flush it
like a bloody miscarriage of talk-talk.
Because now, when she cries violets,
she swallows the tar tears
endlessly brightly, brightly.
