plastic ashes

your glitter is boiling down
to liquid plastic,
and you're trying to swim,
again,
in that vat of acidic splendor
and curdled promises.


congealing with age,
their eyes are boring down at you
in mild amusement
and they regard you as a fish
in this tank that you've put yourself in.

you were hoping for a runway,
and you almost made it,
but you slept with the wrong scandal
and now, heaved stiletto over rayon dress
into a banquet-filled dumpster,
you think you've reached bottom.


and that suspicion is easily confirmed
when they find you asleep there,
the next morning,
mumbling of spotlights
or strobe-lights or something.

Reviews

[OT]

ahh - the social accounting and twisting of the world around you - I love the first stanza - the little surreal dive - "your glitter is boiling down
to liquid plastic,
and you're trying to swim,
again,
in that vat of acidic splendor
and curdled promises." nice!

[Cocoacandy]

very clever... nice job!!! i think you spelled boring wrong in that sense though...
*cocoabean*

[Quinn Blackburn]

Hmmm, feels like L.A. without caffeine available. Ouch! :o) wonderful wordcrafting

[Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of..]

Wow a very good poem I can feel the pain radiate from it