Vericose Veins
are eating her legs
like worms in the rain
climbing her neck.
She once was a woman
fair to be seen
now is a woman
in covered gangrene.
Her eyes are like a fire
which used to be a flame
until shorted by a wire
from a crashing aeroplane
Her neck is obtuse
like a cut jelly bean
and her toes are as curled
as a spun metal beam
Her pants are the hue
of the dirt found in dust
with a brown soiled view
of the backside of her bust
Often when I think,
of this once beauty queen
who now tends to stink
like an old salad green
I wonder to myself
how my end will be
And drink another beer
While smoking a tree.
Copyright (c)David DeSantis
A masterful piece with remarkable description of a former beauty, nothing escapes your clinical eye, shape words like scalpels - your poetry is far from aesthetic surgery :) - you created rather a Frankenstein, but the poem is deep and I like it. BR, one
Yuk, you won't be chasing her then lol, I think a lot of Americans (well the ones we see) are in the habit of having botox nips tucks facelifts etc, whereas we like to grow old gracefully here, plus I personally, couldn't stand the pain lol, 10 for this well penned write Lynda xx
It sounds like she's letting the old age take over. Unlike, other beauty queens they need botox, face lifts, tity lifts, tummy tucks, etc, etc.
wot all people do to maintain beauty people forget their real self in their obsession of beauty conscious folly buut no one knows how their end would be still we poeple run after beauty
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beauty growing vericose veins...trees no bar...funny and pleasing...worth few beers and a smoking pack along with to read...10