What burning affairs rage within
The echoing vaults of her awakened mind
What troubled cloud does pass across her willowing thoughts
And trace their tear upon her golden countenance ?
Which cloudless sky will bestow its warmth upon her alabaster brow
Which bird shall sing the merriness of her mornings delight ?
Which strapless gown will she wear to town today
A little black number perhaps by Gucci
White gloved like Audrey Hepburn ?
Cast back the wardrobe ; let me see and thing and try and think ..of what I wore last night and
Of that unflattering mirror in the restaurant ;
And the too- concealing stool in the nightclub
Oh get a life !!
Her gilded word comes from her
Purple lips as purple prose
And is worshiped by her golden circle ;
At her alter when she takes audience
And with whom she auditions and then audits
Their daily invective
With daylong gossip ; peppered with salacious scandal
Sliced with slander and
Strained in a simmering colander.
Who is sleeping with whom now
And guess who had a threesome
In the golf club , without the balls
Oh ! Get a life …..
Snort a line.. Chase the Dragon..
Followed with a desert
Of Lebanese gold ..
And Dom Perignion till dawn..
And a little Nembutal to drift in numbed congress with Morpheus in dreamless sleep..
Get a Life ..!!
So many losers out there ..
Where have gone the puzzles turned to torment and confusion
In the sunken trenches of her war torn mind ?
Which storm has spent its fury ;
And flung itself among her forests and befelled her ancient swaying Oaks and Sycamores ?
What cart has carried her unawoken from the brooding heavens ;
Before the leaves rose up in whirlwinds and flew in torrents
And fell upon her avenues ,
And all along the length of her meandering path ?
What albatross follows her all her days
and watches her by moonlight
And by faded light of day ?
Till the winds will cease
And the colander grow cold
And the alabaster brow
Grow untroubled ,
Yellowed ,waxen on crisp starched linen sheet.
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