madness in the noonday sun
madness in the noonday sunhourglass figure
perfect -- graceful
vampy stride under
noonday sun
far too lovely to be chewing
gum
dressed in low-ride
strapless long dress
incredible shoulders!
-- dress
tied round the neck
with spaghetti
to hold it up
keep it on -- from falling to
gravity's whimsy
sun behind her
all of her seen -- through
sheer fabric to show
hers
went mad in noonday
sun
I wondered if there was
equal beauty between
her
ears . . .
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just before dalliance of dreamscape's
desiderata
came a long-awaited message
that none of us has been paying
attention to
but for the few
and why is it that it is always
just a few?
is it a plan?
is it some weirdness
that humans have devised
to continually misstep --
misconstrue -- misunderstand
or just miss?
reasonable queries,
I believe
for most
will wonder
why I am not a candidate
for asylum's confines
is a mystery to myself
as well
while beauty is bludgeoned
to death
in every street
and lies are the way of
the world as most know
it
even accepted as
truth
you poor indecisive
-- humans
dying in the noonday
sun
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when the clay of your feet
begins to show
when vanity
just doesn't work
being human
-- wearing human skin
when madness is all
around
even at noon
under a sun that shows
each flaw
each longing
each quality
in every character
no matter it's -- their
insignificance or significance
eyes that see
shall do just that
no place to hide
no point to run to
you falter -- fall -- rise to
what occasioned stumbling
perhaps red-faced or no
and go on -- proceed -- rendering
the incident nothing
-- naught
some stay down
-- don't get up
weeding out humanity
in madness of the noonday
sun.
vcp
11 June 2012
Poetry by Victor
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Written on 2016-03-10 at 15:57
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