Sunday, November 04, 2018
Complexity of Question
The Anti-Semite boys and girls
perform a lovely dance.
Pretty enough
to exclude
some others too.
Or do without.
Isn't this what Beauty does?
Agrees? Yes, but mustn't
that imply
ruling out, too? So,
where find joy
but in hate?
And even lies.
Labels: aesthetics, anti-Semitic, beauty, dance, hate, politics
Tuesday, September 18, 2018
Cultural Incident
When the Great Beauty
farts
isn’t much
to say.
Not Gross You
after all!
Friday, August 31, 2018
Goo
Estralita's Mother made it.
We couldn’t wait to devour the
gooey deliciousness!
Fingers only the Old-Country Rule,
and we were fine with it!
Slobs really, and guilty after.
Somebody throws paper towels--
a thumping package--on the
break table, and we clean
ourselves up prior to the bathroom.
Silently. Embarrassed.
Jennifer drifts in from assignment
and finishes the bowl, her exquisite
fingers glistening in the light.
Making the light, it seems.
LET’S FACE IT SHE’S BEAUTIFUL
WE’RE NOTLabels: beauty, hunger, table manners
Tuesday, May 22, 2018
Coping
Monsieurs Andre and Anthony got
nowhere with their “Strong Woman Look,”
but Jonette loved it! A few simple minutes before
leaving the apartment of a morning, then done.
but Jonette loved it! A few simple minutes before
leaving the apartment of a morning, then done.
And, especially, clean! Makeup feeling
so wonderfully minimal.
She always said the same thing on
meeting them for her weekly appointment:
“Ugly Duckling Department!”
Andre always responded “No! You’re beautiful! And tres chic!”
Then Anthony in his usual tirade regarding “Stupid-a men afraid real-a woman!”
“As always, Boys, thank you!”
Her boyfriend has finally found a suit for
the wedding. “Met a tailor who didn’t
wince or shrug.”
Labels: beauty, body image, makeup, Ugly Duckling
Thursday, May 17, 2018
Berlin ‘38 in Color
A buoyancy of small cars!
Too, the women afloat, liquid
under flowing dresses.
The light itself, silken.
Until two men martialed black-
beyond-black,
goose-step past high.
Low Comedy. Menace.
These, all, though,
images merely.
Unless one allows
their assembling
beauty
or terror.
The mind,
palpable,
unscreens.
Labels: beauty, film, form, German, Military, terror
Saturday, April 21, 2018
Fruitful Visit
-Said she'd go back to her planet if
she could take take Monsieur M. Andre,
who designed the bra for her single,
central breast.
-And the boyfriend would never let HER
go anywhere without him.
-Right! Since she’s gynecologically
doubled, his invented techniques, too,
shout GENIUS!
-In her short stay here, she has learned
how to inspire brilliance!
-OUR women locked into trivia. Lips and
eyes and whatever goo-goo.
-Such a shame!
Labels: alien, beauty, cosmetics, sex, women
Monday, January 15, 2018
“Found a Peanut”
her sweating mix
“It was Rotten.”
of twilit arms, legs,
vapored curses!
“Ate it anyway.”
Matured to
BREATHTAKING!
Thus far, 2
suicides in her wake,
3 leavers of organic wives,
with their organized lives.
She’s just warming up.
What done to spur such
heated outcomes?
Not much of anything.
Vital as example
of sheerest beauty,
she faintly learns
to do
as little
as possible.
Since you die anyway.
As many did last night.
And every night.
Labels: beauty, death, Fatal Woman, femme fatale, Jump Rope, Jump Rope Rhymes
Sunday, October 01, 2017
Royal Arrival
Lills bit short in one category: Beauty.
But the figurative, and sometimes literal,
line forms, of young fellows just fine with
that.
Unfortunately, she awaits Her Prince.
And that, literal.
He’d come, just have to be patient.
She’s that.
And one day!
Well he IS a Prince, listed in a joke book
called The Peerage.
From some Eastern European dump
periodically fractured by war involving
great powers who scoff at the quaint natives.
As they always do.
At any rate, Lills sees young and blond when
he’s really faded and crushed. Resembling
a middle aged crossing guard at a tough school.
And bent, shuffling to his wedding station
with a Best Man whose last name consisted
only of consonants.
Fairly negative picture, but...
Well...a dick like that of a horse!
(My children insisted I write this last.)
Labels: beauty, expectations in love, middle age, Prince, reality, Royalty
Sunday, August 06, 2017
Solving for Beauty
-You're too lazy! Or have been.
-Granted, but this one I must figure out!
-Because she’s beautiful?
-Exactly!
-Therefore, must be more there? Inside?
-Exactly!
-Again? Why you're...just inventing her and can’t stop!
-That so? Well I’m loving every minute!
-Actually, an Ugly Duckling has all of humanity layered in!
-Uh huh? So solve her, and so what?
Labels: beauty, creating another, layers, personality, Ugly Duckling
Sunday, June 04, 2017
INSUFFERABLE!
too mild a summation of Mark and Bellasy.
We avoid them after the latest incendiary
bout!
Her looks flat gone! And his moroseness
like an extended acid fart!
Then, the miracle!
Under the influence of Dr Kildad Morrisey’s book,
Sign here! AND HERE! , they have completed a
14-page contract covering all.
We’re invited to witness, but not the SS.
Sex Section.
Well, anyway, he has regained some of his
limited fun (more regarded, still, as a
powerfully silent “Hunk”) and she?
Can flip on any rag for Starbucks, and
people stare. Yeah, she’s that beautiful!
Even our Stell, who makes up celebrity women on
Live Your Dream! is astounded at her.
Anyway, they carry around their contract,
discussing it super-calmly.
Boring the shit outa the rest of us...but
this can never change.
They exist for each other. No much room
for even Fast News At Six, let alone the
rest of us mere mortals.
Labels: beauty, compatibility, contract, fighting couple
Sunday, May 14, 2017
Beautiful but...
Our Beatz was a vibrant
teen, electric!
Quieted down to a
breathtaking beauty.
Married twice to Mega Loadeds!
Entered that percentage
after second divorce.
Lives in Boca. Twenty room
penthouse. She owns the
building.
Runs a charity. Unpaid.
Looks tremendous!
Many would kill to be
invited to her parties
for the cause.
“Countess Beatrice” in
the local columns.
An all-round guy is always
there. Chauffer, masseuse.
Uh huh?
Oh! I never told you how
dumb she was. How naive!
Some cute stories there.
Labels: "dumb", beauty, Boca, Charity, wealth
Saturday, October 29, 2016
Loud Harp
or Inner Travail of the Outspoken
The man who did what he could
died mildly.
In a shocker, the Catholics
gave him a spiffy funeral mass.
A last-minute convert, and his wife
contributed a badminton court to
the priests.
Friend, Denholm O’Toole, or Den-O,
spat that “They’ll chase a cock, this time
feathered.”
He was through with the corrupt Church!
Throw him into the ground when his
time came!
But wife Ginger wouldn't allow it.
Swartzy's wife, Ruth, had offered him their
Temple over the phone before Ginger's strict
ecclesiastical pronouncement. Lightheartedly!
Den-O just coming off a torsion bowel week
at home, nurse Ginger applying Irish Granny
treatments mostly.
Anyway, Ruth undeniably beautiful.
"A thing of beauty is a Jew forever!" he later
shouts to Ginger, earning an extra weekend
of renewed bowel wrench from the Hebrew God.
He's back at work. Fishbelly white. Looking saintly.
Labels: beauty, bowel, Church, Irish, Jewish, priests, rebel, Temple
Monday, October 24, 2016
Gretchen
fell on boyfriend him.
Allied Fire Insurance it advertised in metal script above
wrought-iron roses.
Anyway, she couldn't think of the word clock in the emergency.
Oh well, yet another of her unconscious puns.
She made them and the rest of us went nuts, dancing
and singing.
This occasion: to Time On My Hands.
Except Budgee. She helped her get the clock off him.
“I’m not clever,” insisted she again. This time
to the busy dancers. “But I make everybody crazy!”
One thing she was, beautiful,
Acknowledged by all, youthful sacrilegious celebration
unnecessary.
Labels: beauty, frenzy, pun, unconscious puns, wit and fun, youth
Saturday, July 16, 2016
Aesthetics-Ending Demonstration
-Not in dispute: you are beautiful. One of the Greats!
-Not easy!
-Ah but it mostly is, You can do what most
women can’t. Wrap you hair in a rag and
go out to Starbucks in a ratty army jacket.
-Isn’t it strange that men will whip out their phone
cameras even then?
cameras even then?
-Not strange. No. I don’t blame them. You know,
of course, that I, too, am considered beautiful.
More the chiseled classic, but nonetheless…
-Granted.
-You know also that something is afoot to credit
the plain woman. Give her rights she deserves?
Even though she…
-I’m all for that!
-Me too!
-(barking)
-(joins her)
Labels: beauty, body shaming, dogs, female beauty, plain looks, shaming, unattractive
Saturday, January 30, 2016
Barbie, Broad of Beam
To you fine, to me not so much
-It's Barbie Abuse with your little
granddaughter!"
-I'm sad to hear that. How could
Alicia do anything wrong? Anything!
-She never puts any clothes on the doll,
and drags her around by her hair. So filthy
by now, it'll never again be clean.
-I'll speak to her. I was to tiny tea
not that long ago and Barbie came in
her golf outfit then. Quite spiffy!
Whatever did she do to...?
-You got that nice toy store downtown.
Walk over and get her a new one for
Christmas.
-Done! Got ten cabs in the shop and my
dispatchers going nuts, so I should take,
leisurely, such a walk? Well, back I go!
-Just a second. Have you looked at your
granddaughter lately. She's chubbing up!
-Great! Like you she might end up.
-Rubensque?
-Like a woman! Beautiful! I'll say no more.
-Well I will. Listen. There are more Barbie
models now.
-I'm shocked!
-Including one with a wide rear. Get her.
I don't want Alicia growing up with impossible
female ideals. We've had anorexics and bulimics
in our family already.
-But they've straightened themselves out, yes?
-Oh? Have they? Not that you've paid attention.
-Woman's shit! Give me a break!
-You've gotten a big one. You don't hafta
understand! Not a male requirement. Anyway...
-Don't worry, I'll buy Fat-Ass Barbie!
-Is that what you'll ask for?
-I don't know. I'll figure something. The girls
in the store will help. Everywhere I go, girls help.
It's beautiful!
-I believe that. To you they're fine, to
me not so much.
-Why is that?
-A long, long history!
-Some other time.
Labels: anorexia, Barbie, beauty, bulimia, cultural standards, doll, female, female beauty, ideal female shape, male, sex
Sunday, October 11, 2015
The Beauty Thing
Her View of Herself
J’s beauty consisted largely of makeup
meticulously applied, and a series of
tricks, some newly learned from Czech spas.
This last fad her girlfriends shared, laughing
over coffee and low cal...well, anything.
The translations proved especially gawky
on youtube.
She refused to let boyfriends see her in the
morning, setting the alarm for five.
The rest of her life consisted in buying clothes.
Her parents disagreed. Mom: so so pretty; Dad:
useless weight on the fuckin earth!
The only crises to move her was physical.
An herbal paste causing a rash along her
shoulders.
Thus, the dermatologist came on her team,
joining the plastic surgeon and others.
Her lips beset. Too thin. Injections made them
ridiculous.
J took vacation time and hid. The lips were gotten
down to large, but not absurd.
Weeks for that! her father fumed. Her mother laughed
a setback but, again, so so pretty.
One day you walk from the frame, and a young woman
takes your place.
With J, she was rather pushed from it. Transferred to
Brazil to help start a new branch, she soon graced
Rio’s beaches. But, lost mid so many younger beauties...
But not in the mind of a man who runs fleets of taxis.
He courts tirelessly, and they elope to Vegas.
In two weeks, she develops a slots problem, but he keeps her
budgeted.
They drop in on the parents before going back to Brazil.
Dad likes anyone hard-working. Mom pronounces so so pretty,
but too young to marry!
Placido doesn’t mind all the time spent on makeup and clothes.
He says she’s beautiful with or without.
He’s considered handsome in a gray-tinged way, but could
care less.
Labels: aging, beauty, beauty work, gambling, makeup, marriage, mature beauty, parents, Vegas
Sunday, October 26, 2014
Particular Proverbs
If she were hanged
for her beauty, she’d die innocent.*
The landscape of her sisters, an end-
less plain. Though, hollows
hold ponds reflecting sly
angels of Earthly Paradise.
*Irish Proverb
Labels: angel, beauty, proverbs, ugliness
Saturday, August 23, 2014
The Beautiful Woman
Tired of the attention, disgusted really, and, skipping
the makeup that morning, puts on her grungiest sweater
and jeans.
The test fails when she passes the construction workers
after exiting the Lexis.
Instead of individual calls, though, just one slamming sound
like a wall falling.
Once she’s in Starbucks the Baristas stare so, they bump each
other assembling cappuccinos.
But Desko Ho Muchanols approaches her mezzanine table with
a proposition.
Business. She eventually accepts, and is now Queen of the
Hellgora Tribe in Exile.
Picked up every morning in a limo, and the driver is forbidden to
look at her.
She catches him peeking in his mirror. “Do it again, Motherfuck,
and I’ll get you fried!”
Queens can be vulgar, though very very occasionally.
She eats mostly chocolate now, and is gaining tremendously.
The tribe loves this. “More more more!” is begged of her.
Their Goddess, Samolist, having been many stones.
Labels: beauty, chocolate, Goddess, Queen, Starbucks, Tribe, weight
Friday, June 06, 2014
The American Beauty
Rose at noon,
hit Starbucks
sans makeup, in
boxy sweater and
ripped jeans. No use.
Male Barista shakily jived,
and her sisters, though tart-
ed up for business,
could never match her
even in this slattern state.
Who can say life fair?
You only work bits
at a time towards that. At
any rate, the women in
museums display
admired music,
seemingly forever.
Labels: beauty, casual dress, museum, Startbucks
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
The Whole Nine Yards
Mike, the Beautiful Plumber,
turned out to have a racist mouth to begin with. He then
detailed plots by shadow Lefty groups.
Mickey-Moke, waiting for him to fix the diner’s dishwasher,
was informed, too, that a buck an hour more boosting his
minimum wage would ruin the country.
“If you could ruin a ruin!”
“Being so handsome, though, is a wonderful starting point.
If I went out with him, maybe I could...change the subject?”
But Jeanine, totaling a check, shook her head at Monica’s thought.
“Lost cause, Honeybun. Stay around him you'll get ear infections.”
Monica had disagreed. And put on her best smile handing Mike
a requested iced tea, no sugar. “If I want sugar I‘ll eat sugar!”
At that unsweet point, she discovered that the immigrant Italian
couple who opened the diner way back when had been Mafia.
The funny old man had hired her, and he and Rosa had worked
into their eighties.
Giving up a beautiful thing is always difficult, but Monica wanted
to do more when she got home that evening.
She showered, changing into pj shorts and a raggedy t-shirt.
Went on her laptop to alter her Match.com profile. No Republicans
she typed.
Labels: beauty, diner, handsome, Left Plots, Match.com, Republican, Right Wing
