Post by Elle Rush on Mar 19, 2003 3:29:24 GMT -5
Drawn to the Light
Hissing obscene saccharine
through a Kathy-Bates-misery smile,
focused- in on lives wishing
to experience,
avoids having to see
through the bitter-road
of brick-by-brick
layered denial to her own.
Tries to grab-snag
a little bit,
a wayward star or two,
stealing pouches of
admiration’s starlight-dust,
while catching the tail
of destined comet,
going distances of planets
in desperate far-reaches
to diminish even just a sparkle
of her obsession’s luminosity.
Would never confess
a hypocrite-Christian soul,
or the sins of selling-out most of those
she loved- but- conditionally
to passer-buyers
with her same
spiteful- mad eyes.
Though she was spotted
on Main street,
holding the for-sale sign.
I’ve watched her
as she burns ‘in’
under pretenses of coincidence
and good will,
until bursts of envy
splatter-wide,
flame- forth
upon her fixations.
It was the day I laughed
as I asked for her autograph,
that a ghosted look washed across her face.
It seemed hours
before glaring eyes found mine-
a fascinating transition.
Caught, she flashed a
gritty, counterfeit smile
turned tongue-quick- to- defeat
as she fell hard-fast,
from her warped universe,
no longer willing
to bear the weight
of false intention.
Elle Rush © 2002
Hissing obscene saccharine
through a Kathy-Bates-misery smile,
focused- in on lives wishing
to experience,
avoids having to see
through the bitter-road
of brick-by-brick
layered denial to her own.
Tries to grab-snag
a little bit,
a wayward star or two,
stealing pouches of
admiration’s starlight-dust,
while catching the tail
of destined comet,
going distances of planets
in desperate far-reaches
to diminish even just a sparkle
of her obsession’s luminosity.
Would never confess
a hypocrite-Christian soul,
or the sins of selling-out most of those
she loved- but- conditionally
to passer-buyers
with her same
spiteful- mad eyes.
Though she was spotted
on Main street,
holding the for-sale sign.
I’ve watched her
as she burns ‘in’
under pretenses of coincidence
and good will,
until bursts of envy
splatter-wide,
flame- forth
upon her fixations.
It was the day I laughed
as I asked for her autograph,
that a ghosted look washed across her face.
It seemed hours
before glaring eyes found mine-
a fascinating transition.
Caught, she flashed a
gritty, counterfeit smile
turned tongue-quick- to- defeat
as she fell hard-fast,
from her warped universe,
no longer willing
to bear the weight
of false intention.
Elle Rush © 2002
