Celebrity

Celebrity

 

When she strode innocently into the unsacred chamber,

It was as if God had farted.

 

The air became an intoxicant.

We all pretended it was just Night Jasmine

Blooming.

 

Then, we pounced.

 

She was extraordinary from every angle:

Too beautiful to be human,

Too avant garde to be understood,

Too familiar to be alien;

Some strange new elemental being

Somersaulting in the space between fire and ice.

 

So, we put her on our shiny-paged pedestals,

Pumped her full of designer narcotics,

And sucked her sweet red nectar from the tap.

 

Then, we cut her open and played with her glittery guts.

When that didn’t satiate are hungers,

We painted toilet stall limericks on the walls of her soul.

 

She seemed allergic to our brutal adorations:

Genlty swatting us away with her soft tiny hands.

 

Jilted,

We slapped her back with a wrecking ball.

 

We plucked her butterfly wings

And dropped her lifeless corpse into the golden

Paparazzi spider web.

 

Then, it got ugly.

 

Now, she’s sitting in some fancy rehab center

Trying to remember her real name and original cup size

Like a dazed and wounded mascara raccoon

Slow-cooking beneath a 50,000 Lamp spotlight.

 

And the circling vultures sing in eerie harmony:

 

“What a filthy s**t!!!

I knew from the beginning she was evil.

She deserves what she gets!”

 

To me, it seems a bit cruel;

Like getting out of the car and angrily

Dancing on the puppy

You just ran over.

 

The corpses of endless similar victims are buried

Beneath the T.V. remote button

That changes the channel.

 

And, yet,

There’s a line of spotless lambs

That stretches around the globe,

 

All waiting for a chance to jump into that

Sexy grave.

 

And the flashbulbs keep popping.

Reviews

[Tommy]

You had me at “God had farted,’ anyone who starts off a piece like that and can weave it into the harrowing tapestry you have portrayed, has my hat off to them in praise…This piece reminds me of the shadow of fame…

Great Write S.K.!
RLG,
Tommy

[Tkess]

Sounds like MC Eicher and Chuck Palahniuk had a beautifully weird love child. Great write mate!

[Nothing Personal]

Spot on satire...On the edge with God's farts and then the flashbulbs popped in the right places..Amazing

[Robin]

I laughed , I cried ( that pepsi /nose thing )

a favorite man , a favorite

[Kenneth The Poet]

This is awesome, like invisible monsters awesome. Great poem.

[Amy Bumpas]

Loved this...line by line delicious..waiting for more to
upchuck so to speak. I always love your humor, then it seems
some serious mixed it...wow! What a ride you take us on...
inside and out.

[Kerry O'Connor]

Your satire is always cutting edge - brutal, tell-it-like-it-is-whether-you-like-it-or-not, in your face. This is one of your best, so relevant and poignant, understanding and accusatory. The Real Deal.