Poet's Tea

May 23, 2006

Billboards

Is she divided, in your eyes
Piece, by packaged piece;
A parcel of cut-price merchandise?

Theorists pick apart
This social trait
To objectify - contagious at birth.

No notes compare though
To your fixated stare,
Up-down, her legs - a stranger on a lunchbreak.

Unknown to you, But for
A tiny glimmer of flesh in a concrete afternoon;

Another walking billboard.

3 Comments:

  • Laura, this is simply wonderful! I think this is my favorite. Concrete afternoon was absoultely perfect, astounding, in fact.

    By Blogger Russell Ragsdale, at 7:11 am  

  • Thanks Russell - what a great comment to read in the midst of revision :o)

    By Blogger Laura, at 1:13 pm  

  • Lovely stuff. Pretty darn wonderful.

    By Blogger Liam Wilkinson, at 7:45 pm  

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