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The Death of Romanticism Barbie was baptized Penelope because only names change Penelope murders cold hearted make-up artists Who paint lips too Anna Sui pink She hides their bodies in airport bathrooms See how you like it Lips cannot take the pressure of a Viola—petals or instrument All the while the models piss away dandelion small talk Jasmine tea is a weak bastard (There is only one airport) Ostracized sharpies and the word bitch lose bags Soft coats turn coats or just a waist coat. Too many coats of many colors But religion died when that movie came out This isn’t 1820 but it should be Because men laid blankets over mud Hearts are guttural make believe bad black and white Cookies, or a photo of people French kissing Or French people tonguing each other You be the judge Powder puffs caught fire when face lifts became The new block party Old skin chiseled into the skillet Leather shaved into a Hello Kitty wallet morphed fad to fashion to transatlantic trouble Scotland fell down a well If you have no mouth you cannot celebrate Mourn the appropriate time for your missing mouth Your kissing mouth your whispering slippery mouth The only super-size is chaise lounge The only color is Roberto Cavalli And all of his Peter Pan nightmares The last living talisman is an Ugg boot Stuffed with dead sparrows, symbolic feathery bows Crest strips stripped of possibilities As far as the mid-century can see, only recycling is quaint Every box car is burned I dreamt my uterus had three names, Linda, Labia, and Luke I heart you, little box animal, Oreo eating swine Synthesizer miscreant vagabond treatise time Cosmos spill and drown all Benetton advertorials When Penelope is on the throne don’t tell her to wash up The Indiegogo campaign robbed us all So bruised from the last ruling, we don’t even know our own dreams anymore No one belly laughs James Franco is finally avant-garde because no one understands his choices She/he produces brassiere fashion shows and unicorn light up wands Penelope dictates we wear a yarn cap for protection Pray it never meets a nail in the door #Unreal #Poetry #JenniferMacBainStephens #Fads #Superficial #Irony #Masses #Imagery Visit our shop and subscribe. Sponsor us. Submit and become a contributor. Like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter.
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