Lush Life
The daylight gets in
Into the room where she plays the piano
And she sits there and thinks
“I’m so sick of daylight
So bored with the sun
Someone give me transcendence
Tell me a story that’s never been told before"
Then she snickers and shakes her head
She walks around her apartment
Sometimes in the nude
And she always looks like she’s smiling
Must have been a permanent crease in the lips
She’s lived the loud life
She’s been to parties
And memorized the falsified niceties
She had her pick of all the finest furs
And the cleanest cut suitors hanging off her every word
That all went back to the shop in the morning
If you ever met her
She’d probably just lie there
Cat-like
Sipping at a glass
And she might say…
“Ahh, heartbreak
Like an expensive wine
You never forget your first bitter taste…
I’d like to tell you that, like wine
You acquire a taste for it
But let’s not kid ourselves”
And she might cackle
As if this were sage-like advice
Something to pass on to your next of kin
But she’ll pass on and be forgotten
Just like all the other prima donnas
That thought they were characters too
But dead or alive
She’ll be wrapped inside
Her lush life
Copyright © Val Murah | Year Posted 2007
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