if you did it
it could be so glamour-us
you could wear eyeliner
that black velvet dress with -
those white shoulders of yours
jutting out
like sun bleached ivory treasures
waiting to be found on a dusty savannah
ravaged by wolves & lionesses
even slit wrists would add
mystique to the last fatal image
the richness of the blood congealed
the wounds like crevasses
beckoning to another
to follow & drink
yes i see it all
the emulation, adoration, idolisation,
the hits in their millions
you could be so beautified
after -
& hanging has its merits
if you chose nylons - seamed
shot in black & white for effect
as life is fantastic voyeurism
a moment encapsulated
by wide green eyes
staring hopelessly vacated
& you could be a star
shining beyond the mortality crisis
like a shimmering virus
paled with pouted lips
welcoming seductively
your flock -
the poseurs, twinkers, academics & theologists
holding you high as the meticulous exemplar
in imaginations & dangerous liasons
like a war pin up;
your name on bombs - delivered
think of eternity - destruction - sweethearts
even sisterhood
how little the cost
bravery levies
& remember
cruelty is in the eye of the beholder
beauty in the lens of the camera
death merely a click away
like a bad exposure
& everything in-between
a meaningless slideshow.
