Velvet Shoes Poem
Reclusa Professional?
Professional Reclusa (a poem): pampering these veins of the dead men reclusing want other animals they wanted their shoes the lives of all while patting the paint on your face bone lining glamorous glow eyes and lips is defined by what they fear most fat, fat, fat very psychedelic tones crush velvet bellies hidden under the strips of skin called a belt and a smile broadened fluttering eyes walking around like walking sex if you turn around, turn the powder box, look at the street corner, look at the billboard, wipe the black paint in the eye, giving up his son outside and freeze for a moment hidden hunger, single witness, pushed, infectious, and mothers sacrificed, aspiration of the formula of oven cleaners, a walk with disabilities that you would be a jolly clown self to himself, painted for his reflection in a men's professional inmate awaiting the shoes of other animals they wanted their lives
A beautiful poem, brava.
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Songs by Mary Howe: Let Us Walk in the White Snow (Formerly titled Velvet Shoes/(Poem by Elinor Wylie) – for High Voice Sheet music. This piece was originally titled “Velvet Shoes.”… |
