Te Queen of Venice Beach
Some late blooming
occurred in the seventies
when 'Hey Jude'
and the sunshine in her head
went public.
She settled into a craft shop,
gently molested
by Applejack and Californian Skunk
until a self-image exploded.
An aftershock of rainbows
continued.
Ruckle lips roam now
a manic makeup.
Gainsborough hats trump
a woozy kablooey.
On the boardwalk;
she stands palimpsest,
a fragmented journalism
of more colorful times.
She turns to her subjects,
smiles, not for the camera,
but at the one thing
that detonated her
back when
she was just a girl
with looking-glass eyes.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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