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The Web Poetry Corner - Theresa Cecilia Garcia - Hot Velvet , Red Felt , Candle - Stick Ticking

Hot Velvet , Red Felt , Candle - Stick Ticking

by

Theresa Cecilia Garcia

Hot Velvet, Red Felt, Candy-Stick Ticking.
Fiery confessions from a brass bed.
Polite modern society,
watching puddles gather rain .
Some people don't bore easily
unhappy with change
resisting moving a chair an inch .
Satin, Stainless Steel and Shadowy Greys
ch-ch-ch-Changes .
Fickleness is her fine quality.
It takes imagination to be easily bored,
even more to do something about it.
Is this the end?
Is this where he makes her fall apart?
Is this where he tells her goodbye?
Is this where he breaks her heart?
Quick tricks for the fickle-minded...
Non-Rules say Clash !
Non-Rules say look everywhere for your inspiration !
Non-Rules say Scramble!
Fucking Indiscriminately !
Offbeat new color combinations emerge.
Missionary position ,take a large sofa.
Blue-green paisley,
on All Fours.
Doggie- Style, add an area rug .
Wide Spread Open stripes of blue and green
going this way and THAT-A-WAY
from the rubbles of the 20th century ,
Versatility Art Nouveau.
Did he expect her to cry?
What made him think he meant that much?
The lady -killer lost his touch
she figuered out his game.
Cinnamon Taupe ,Orient Espresso and Cafe' Ole'
give way to change, inconsistancy, whimsical choice.
Unpredictable Variability .
Does that sound enviable?
He must have thought he'd won and had her beat,
guess he has lost his touch.
Camouflage to outright,
he offers her a chance to triumph.
A feeling of helplessness envelopes her.
Dullness ,
and her faculties become numb.
TO HELL WITH HIM !
Fake bouquets!
Synthetic rugs!
Assemble the fake fruits and secure them with headless nails !
Amass fake apples and pears in a footed bowl spike, then spray them white !
Layers of dust among the phony!
Why did it always have to be her reaching out?
She can't expect much ,
she has learned;
that's too bad
now she's inclined to give less
making her truly unhappy.
She needed him to fucking need her .
Love gives way to different varieties of fakes
too attractive and useful
to be sneered at,
by the off-beat madness
of her textured fabric.
A very clever cover-up .
Genius Is Manipulating Pain.

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Why don't you look at Old Lovers
by: John William McGrath III
from: Mesa, AZ, US

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