Mr Camera
Making a subject out of you, collecting each cell;
a dangerous ankle,
completes.
The emotive fingerprint, her hair and pout,
sharp like a wine bottle in his chest,
takes him away from his wife’s memory –
and love is fashion, put in front of him,
a pink lipstick smeared on the wrists;
a power pop pulse.
Sister Morphine, falling on your body, laughing
and tearing you up –
everybody around here has something to say,
positioning themselves beautifully doped –
one foot forward, psychosis tilted on hip.
He takes them home,
their limbs swilling in red,
and picks out next year’s adrenaline,
depraved and cute.
Ann Foxglove
Tue 30th Nov 2010 16:08
Wow! Love it Marianne! Esp the dangerous ankle! I'm afraid I've always had very boring ankles! Power pop pulse! Fab! xx