Sunburn

Sunburn

Never wanting

to be the victim,

she stays away from

long conversations.

Apprehension;

she wields it like a storm

in crowded areas,

tasting the fever

of small relationships,

purring into the megaphone,

slipping in and out

of a warm smile.

Irritated by absurdity,

stubborn as a Sunburn,

she is the escape artist

in a room filled with

corn fed complacency.

Anger personified.

She is less than approachable

by best wishes

and balderdash,

concentrating little on words

and more on the actions.

A voyeur.

Easy in the realization

rationalization,

being bothered by butterflies

sequined gowns 

and too much makeup.  

She hums a Foo Fighters song

in shallow tones,

darting her eyes

in and out of perspectives.

Being fully aware

that alone,

she is incomplete.

Reviews

[bob, small b. aka invs]

'best wishes and balderdash' should be the title. it's a wonderful combination of words.
i've read a lot of your poems here and have enjoyed them all. your style is perfectly low key. stating things simply, yet with such skill they carry a lot of weight. the recurring theme of feeling out of step and impatient with humanity is one i understand well and i simply read, nod and say amen. well done. i'll keep coming back to read more.