Love Under the Dollar

In kindle dreams her life retreats With Botox swagger And gel filled glory A plastic rose Hiding a once varicose being A flower with a sting Whose predatory ways Leach off this sexual forest Of spar infested vanity Where youth is for the innocent And cougars dine on essence divine With triffid fingers and mosquito convulsions Of unspoken ways for The dollar will always pay And when her thirst has gone The dark of reality descends Hiding the face of yesterday Whose masquerade is left on morning pillow A Monet impression to greet the light The camera is stopped The potions are in a queue For her vanity waits Another audience with snow white This imposter among the weeds of creation And in the balcony the fashion clones swoon Sculptured dolls under butchers knife Waiting with credit card lines To feed on groped applause And we will envy them We that live in the mud of this life We Parasites and leaches We Saints and Pulpit Preachers For we all envy things That we cannot be Envy things that Come in dollar dreams That buys the illusion That one day you will envy me