Imagery

They say one of the good/basic elements of poetry is imagery, painting the picture through your mind. This is my take on imagery, using imagery as the center of attention, oh really?, says the puttanesca kikay in my mind. This kikay is not really a character of my dissociative personality, ‘coz I don’t even have a personality. Puttanesca, shut up! I love puttanesca also known as “whore’s pasta” derived from the Italian word puttana, which means; yes you guessed it right, hoe. Hoe let the dogs out, hoe, hoe, hoe! Such a bitch.*

This is part of that compilation you are sick of hearing about. Ironically, it’s about people (not only women but generally women, I’m not being sexist here or statistician, so don’t ask for any statistics or sex or both) who can’t get enough of themselves. Vanity is their idol. It’s really hard to live in this vainglorious world. If we die, we might as well be beautiful, right? And let the worms do the action six feet under.


Glowing Red Radiance a.k.a. Nip/Tuck

The curly hair gone straight
Down to the exposed clavicle
As sun barely lit
The white powdery skin,
Lips burly and pouting
The face still glowing red of makeup

Isn’t she really sad?
Coping to the vain world
Putting padding in her brassiere
Wearing high thongs while
Enduring the pulp red itch
Isn’t she lovely?
Though very thin
From chewing paper and
Leaving the red meat

Her dark eyes turned blue
While the mascara smudges her lashes
While droplets moisten her contacts
Isn’t she happy?
She then cracked a smile
Watching models on TV
And held her aching stomach
As she spew out all that was in there
Bloody red.
Isn’t she wonderful?
She still smiled as she waits
Behind the white sheets or scrub suit
For her next injection

*One word leads to another, from dog to bitch. Bitch is a female dog, which colloquially became synonymous to cunt because of its behavior (during mating season) of fuck-locking with all the male dogs around. Try kicking them, they won’t even separate, talking about imagery.