not so pretty
my penmanship, it wobbles in slant
each finger holding fear of a rulers sharp
recurrence, but then life
is not so pretty, not as taught
would you want it to be, so pretty? pretty holds expectation
takes on a fore fronting of conflicts
fought for, lied for, cursed into being, bearing
gifts of captured collaborations
unable to escape its
constraints, it, a cat house
rare, raw
turned over nightly as not
so pretty, feeding
off the sold signs, signature images
perfected in style and slick hands
drop of a dollar - as the not so pretty ensures
all feel pretty good in the end, ensuing a laughter more than
a proper portrait can promise all boxed, bowed
and delivered in Gucci, speaking in
Getty, bottled and aged ripe
a cat cries out
at nightfall, in heat, its heat seems
to scream summertime, tempered
by the will of a wellspring
splashed in a flashing
neon cursive, smoldering in smells
of a hard whiskey, clinging close to that character
of a nunneries darker side, like the busted
brown, worn wooden beads
remnant's of a rosary scattered across terracotta
tiles - haunted, hunted down by the fountain pens of the
not so pretty...
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011
Posted for Free Verse Writing class.....and One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry
