Barbie Chang’s tears are the lights of
the city that go off on
off on the men walking around the city
move but Barbie Chang
doesn’t she cannot promote herself if
she had legs she would
stop begging if she had a head she
would stop her own
wedding but the city has no extra
bedding it is not
ready yet the maids are still making
beds Barbie Chang is
still making things up there are always
storms long arms drinks
with pink umbrellas because they know
she is confused like a
seahorse light avoids her town on
the map B2 C4 she
wants to be used she doesn’t want to
be with you it is morning
again and Barbie Chang is already
mourning the men the
night men who are always right who
never write back
she prefers to sleep on her back so she
can see the eyes of her
attackers in the morning a bed with
questions with her
depression on each side two small
holes from knees
DAY 5: BABY BABY (IT'S SHOWBIZ)
Baby Gurrrrl sits on the edge of
the pretty pills that will
oeurve her small life into dayglo glamglitter
make her into the
darling she's never managed to be if
she had her choice she'd
stop trying to see if her small voice
would splash a wee
window in the winner-takes-woopie
brazen-it-all-out
rack-and-ruin sea she has drowned in
blind as a dead dog
so many things she punkglamprecious
starsoftlovestarved
wants to antidote she's a bright red
shoe being polished to a
showbiz-shine she has no choice she
wants to vanish she
wants to not care she didn't want to
be your personal darling
android-sweet Baby Gurrrrl is everyone's
meth lab the men who
note each flip and swim-swam sway of
nitro hips the
squee-women who follow like bees so they
can dip their tongues in her
adoringthick knifesweet nectar of shamefame
quotient for kicks
devoured like a pill she sinks
help won't come
5 comments:
Gosh, when I read the original poem I thought it would be impossible to impress me after that. Yet you did!
Also, our Whatsapp conversation changed the direction of my poem. I kept the first stanza, but it totally changes after that. Technically I'm off prompt now, but when that happens because the muse hits I never mind.
Thanks for the inspiration!
I agree with Angela. You managed to create the same feel through your poem as the original one. Reading your work is a treat.
This is a real tour de force! Same tone as the original and it leaves the same desperate nasty taste in the mouth.
That was quite a ride! Thank you.
Both poems brilliant stuff. I'm transported.
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