beacon lights blinking
beckoning the woeful zombies
to the Glamazon Queen
armed with red flags and falsies
her stance stalwart
in deterring her suitors
bashing in heads
and cocooning them
in their own apathy
barring the door
and breaking free
out the window
and down the street
fleeing in a flurry
of frenzied glitter
and shouts of
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
this is an energetic piece.. i did get a great piece of writing advice though.. try not to use so many words that end in "ing"..it reads sing-songy.. gonna let you do this one if you feel the need to..
ReplyDeleteit was meant to be sing-songy. Daze is my drag persona and it was meant to sound la-dee-da-y cutesty little bunny foo foo with a mallet and hooker heels.
ReplyDeletela la la la la la - THWACK!
(so I guess, in that right, it worked...)
This isn't a word I have chance to use much, but dichotomy comes to mind, and you hit it right on the head with your poem. Great job...
ReplyDeleteIt reminds me why I wasn't a good hippie. Because of the way I looked, people expected someone very passive. I was quite the opposite. I wrote a couple of blog posts about that, but never got around to posted them! I guess I should...