Best Lifesilver Poems
It might be called Electrifying Pink,
that color painted on her toes
for it glows amidst the grime of her feet
winding filth up around her ankles
as if dirt were the newest chain
to make a fashion statement.
Pink does move the eye away
from all the silver hanging off eyebrow,
nose, lip, ear and yes,
she speaks with a silver tongue ...
which has taken on a whole new meaning.
Or was that a fork-ed tongue?
Then there are the young blonde boys
standing around in jeans hung below their butt
to show somebody something ....
handsome, sweet faces belie their
lopsided macho swaggers
looking like marionettes from a rap video.
Where have all the flower folks gone?
Bring back beautiful bare breasts
and dancing bodies in tiedye to replace all these sad,
frozen faces covered from head to toe in black!!
Hasn't Goth yet runs its course ... ?
No, dark death hangs out at the mall
or, perhaps, I have just become
the judgmental old lady I used to resent
who gave my hot pants strange stares.
How quickly in this play of life the roles do change.
I seem to have forgotten my next line.
Porcelein plate, silver fork.
Tea cup, eggs and toast.
Seven days of normalicy,
some rely on the most.
Paper bag, folded napkin.
Thermos, sandwhich and chip.
Without that noon time lunch note,
who knows where one might slip.
Porcelein plate, silver fork.
Pot roast, potatoe dinner.
Heaven forbid and don't be late,
or you might become a sinner.
To late for me, in the fridgadair light,
up for a midnight snack.
I missed too many meal time calls,
and am now the village quack.
If silver is expensive
expensive is lost
lost is silence
silence is silver
the silver silence covers
my lost lips
my lips are silent
my lips are silver
silver is silent
the silver silence
bounds my wrists
together
my wrists are
silver
my wrists are silent
silent is silver
silence is silver
lost in silence
expensive is lost
is silver expensive?