Lulu, read me: http://www.geocities.com/al6an6erg/lulu1.html


Lulu, not anymore





I was Lulu, not

anymore



I was white screen
they were projectors




I was


what they wanted, and
what they imagened

they needed



on the other side of canvas
in moonshadow
and concealed secrecy
Picassos Guernica hunted
over the broken spine of Kahlo
and the silent women of Schiele
acted as norm



but behind eyelids there were
colours clawing like sharpened nails
like hooks and scythes

and there was history written on skin
stories that primarily belonged to others



I wanted to be loved
never left

I wanted an explanation
of who I was





I was Lulu, but

not anymore





now

I am Lola















Poetry by Lola
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Written on 2007-02-16 at 01:10

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Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
I haven't the right words at the moment.

I enjoyed this. Two phrases particularly.

colours clawing like sharpened nails

and

history written on skin

Thanks.
2011-01-20