Friday, October 27, 2017
Bust
The Bra Exec didn’t break the
bank at Monte Carlo, but missed
his flight there.
As a result Andre-Andre, Designer,
huffed back to his yacht and sailed
with his cadre of haughty models.
Bra Man had missed many planes,
boats, trains, limos.
Booze, mostly. Fired this time.
Now hangs with other decayed wrecks
at Cosmopolitan Bar. Most, in their
view,
Thoroughly wronged
By weakness and song.
They argue ballgames and politics.
And insult each other in jest, but,
sneakingly, in grievance, deep felt!
But when tits come up, he’s acknowledged.
Labels: alcoholic, bra, business fall, career, Executive, failure, fashion
Tuesday, August 08, 2017
A Use of History
In response, the women
assumed the names of
Victorian whores.
Foul-Mouthed Felicia
did the talking, and
Spread-Legs Shirl chaired.
Clergy counseled patience,
then biblical brutality as Shirl
lived up to her name.
The men disparaged the cloth,
opting for a quick settlement.
They capitulated on major points.
The women felt free, then, in
victory, to revert to comfortable roles.
All-enveloping sweet Motherhood.
Terribly fashionable Garden Partying
with dresses and heels, of course.
And pearls!
Don't forget them.
Jumbos now.
Labels: class, clergy, discussion, fashion, garden parties, men, Motherhood, Negotiation, sex war, women
Friday, March 03, 2017
Annals of Daily Wear
The uniforms exquisitely tailored.
Even the Jew when he left his apartment
and we screamed JEW!
had a carefully-
ironed suit.
Labels: anti-Semitic, decorum, fashion, Germany, Holocaust, tailoring
Monday, February 22, 2016
Often At Debate
-Well I’m just EXHAUSTED!
-Whatever for? Did you actually DO anything?
-Played tennis early on.
-That should have worn off by now. Recovery Phase.
-You think?
-Who won?
-The four of us just ass around.
-Then? Let me guess, boutique-ing!
-I’ll kill if I don’t get a pair of Maxie Prentisses.
-Aren’t those just painted army boots?
-Not JUST! The Earth and Moon and Stars!
-Whatever floats your boat.
-Mine is sinking!
-Bear up! Somewhere at this moment a person
your age is going off to be killed in a war.
-Well that’s horrible!
-Our rare agreement.
-You don’t count.
-And YOU were once called a Bright Young Thing! In F Scott Fitzgerald novels.
-That’s ancient history, and you’re ancienter!
-Making up words?
-You just stay with the old ones! And then die.
-This conversation is for the ages. And the gods!
-They’re dead too.
-Too bad! They’d all be clomping around in
Maxie Prentisses!
Labels: boutique, Bright Young Thing, cultural history, culture, F Scott Fitzgerald, fashion, generation gap, gods, shoes, tennis
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Generations
Funny Clothes
What you did
and how
old becomes the text
for hysterical satire.
Photos of you in wild-
ly funny clothes now
hop round the net.
(Nothing left in dust-
y boxes anymore.) Plus,
with energy sucked from
the young by their lame
camp, they beg you be
more amply ashamed,
in order to halt that
it’s always you.
Labels: camp, fashion, old, satire
Sunday, May 05, 2013
“Where Is Truth?”
asked jiving Pirate.
Blind, he switched
his eyepatch
for fashion.
Labels: 'Truth, fashion, jive, Pirate
Saturday, January 26, 2013
When TV Interviewed
the older artist,
he brought age
spots, mushed nose, pig
ears, & fanning hairs fey
director backlit.
Too late for him
who pushed fairest
beauty in flaming
prime? (How even men
started by haughty
candids then!)
Dashed as painter
through a slashing
world! & why not
reprise these now?
Get real.
Labels: art, artist, fame, fashion, TV, youth
Wednesday, November 02, 2011
Culture
In a Catfish for Breakfast locale
people know a thong or two.
Wrong for the biblical reasons
pulpits rail variously on. And
aesthetic ones: if the wearer
a fat woman or scrawny man.
On Planet Kallikah, all they use!
Except for the absurd suits
officials display greeting our
space persons. Who laugh.
No matter, for there they
understand Earth ways.
In a Catfish for Breakfast locale
people know a thong or two.
Wrong for the biblical reasons
pulpits rail variously on. And
aesthetic ones: if the wearer
a fat woman or scrawny man.
On Planet Kallikah, all they use!
Except for the absurd suits
officials display greeting our
space persons. Who laugh.
No matter, for there they
understand Earth ways.
Labels: biblical, fashion, planet, Space, thong
Saturday, September 11, 2010
The Visit
-They’re religious now. So get ready for prayers and grace--
-Latter should have more severe rationing.
-I meant grace before meals.
-God bless these eggs and our egos.
-Well, be polite.
-When was I not? But we're martyrs to a motion
not our own. Last time it was...Eastern?
-Not really, some guy on PBS.
-Ah yes! Temporary social improvement and perpetual
fund raising.
-Well, anyway, they're old friends.
-Their flavor of the month notwithstanding?
-Ooo you’re mean!
-Yeah, heaven's out so long as it's filled with bleating assholes.
-Just thinking of your soul’s a good thing for you.
-(sings) O let the midnight special turn its ever-lovin’
light on me!
-I know that one. For once. Guy's in prison. You think our marriage is a prison?
-Strangely, no.
-They’re religious now. So get ready for prayers and grace--
-Latter should have more severe rationing.
-I meant grace before meals.
-God bless these eggs and our egos.
-Well, be polite.
-When was I not? But we're martyrs to a motion
not our own. Last time it was...Eastern?
-Not really, some guy on PBS.
-Ah yes! Temporary social improvement and perpetual
fund raising.
-Well, anyway, they're old friends.
-Their flavor of the month notwithstanding?
-Ooo you’re mean!
-Yeah, heaven's out so long as it's filled with bleating assholes.
-Just thinking of your soul’s a good thing for you.
-(sings) O let the midnight special turn its ever-lovin’
light on me!
-I know that one. For once. Guy's in prison. You think our marriage is a prison?
-Strangely, no.
Labels: fashion, friendship, marriage, religion
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Fashion Contest
Men are sad. Over-
bright slacks, boring-
ly straight blazer. Add
golf shirt’s penitentiary
collar to twitch macho-
embarrassing “style.”
Whereas gals great
Birds of Paradise cleav-
ing the industrial air
with flagrant hustle.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Bob Mitchum Takes off His Jacket
and his shoulders,
pretty much.
Ponder Miss Joan Crawford, too,
resembling a vengeful linebacker &
I once sported a mid-nutty Zoot
Suit--Nail-head Samurai tone.
Fashion exists to roll us
into goddamn fools.
In perspective, that is.
At the time, vile-
ly conformist dolts.
Labels: fashion
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Fashion
Hispanic TV chick
tries a military shirt
with buttoned pockets.
It bunches up & she's
uncomfortable. Others
vanilla much of the time.
Way of transgressor is tough.
In fashion, nearly unbearable.
Labels: fashion
