Accessories

“In governing others you must do what you can
do, not all you would do.”   ~Italian Proverb

 

Always red, that vibrant, true red color,
the red, the man in the store assures me.
Candor in a color, a definition of one
deceptively simple hue.  Clamor struts
about the shopping mall like a lady on
Downton Abbey.  Escapement, a device
for pendulums, controls the ticking sound
we hear.  Relief from it comes by letting
the wind-up clock alone, to battle stillness.

Trial and error seems erroneous when
we know what works, except for tedium.
Axes are sharpened away, waiting for
Judgment Day.  Respectively, each color
in the cosmetic line is cataloged. Songs
are written for nightlife and pinup girls.
Imaginations run wild.  Accessories
cloud the girl’s mind as she strives to be
prettier, more alluring.  Clairvoyance

comes to her in a catalog.  Comely
and clean-shaven the models. Each enterprise
keeps what it loves, the finest materials,
to be bought at a fair price.  Steady the hand
that buys sparingly and rare.  Secondhand
is secondhand, differing from clearance.
Once the girl had all the money she could use.
Rings were a dime a dozen to her.  It is now
only a distant, fading memory of what was.

Reviews

[Workvio]

This piece is much like cracking open an old literature classic in viewing and digesting the first page and introductory lines that paint that most essential mental picture within the reader's heart and mind, thus causing the reader to be irresistibly drawn to read more, unable to put it down until they have savored the very last line of that final page, closing the treasure of a book with a sigh of satisfaction and a smile upon their faces, glowing ...

[Laura Lynn]

wow, really thanks

[Lizardo]

Wow, this is truely one amazing piece of poetry
I'm sorry I can't say anything more, you've left me without words

[Laura Lynn]

I didn't realize such modernization had that appeal, wow, thanks