The Dressing
Room of Bad Intentions
Smells like lust and Vegemite on toast
with too much butter
so thick you’d think it’s cheese
the cave of bad intention where the quick
things prance and preen
fitting wheels to hatred
dressing it in pearls
jars shined up in rows of random
distribution
an impulse unresisted
virginity of children
lying by omission
all the deeds undone
and done
it’s never good news when the phone rings
at 5 in the morning
the photos taken after
weeping or funerals
doesn’t matter what they think if they can’t
prove it
The dressing room of bad intentions
is extra dimensional; make haste
make haste
all things buried in the earth are born in
the air
that’s half the fun
take your breath
and step out on the town

I love your work!
ReplyDeleteThank you Efi. I am loving this blog so much. I always said I am not a poet, but I am a writer through and through.
ReplyDeleteYikes. So good. Sharp. I feel the loss, like stepping into a film or a dream.
ReplyDeleteYikes. So good. Sharp. I feel the loss, like stepping into a film or a dream.
ReplyDeleteBest first line!
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