411

[Tragic Rabbit]

411

beauty queen on disco screens

skin and hair and teeth and smile:

Fire Rescue Team

first at the scene

Hollywood 911

more glitter girls undone;

pixels of princess-no-more

beams shoot up the dancing floor

thumping bass pulse of the place

spikes and latex; fishnet lace;

colors peek from dark

flavored halo arc

flesh mashed tight

flash shadowed light;

antique crystal chandelier

boutique bodies disappear

downs and drink, boyfriend alone

vanishing to parts unknown;

you?re in the bathroom stall

fucking up against the wall

sweating bodies having fun

somebody call 411;

screaming queens and disco screens

no one quite knows what it means

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[Guest Rustic Monk]

nice, tr. i like the ending. but i don't really understand the idea that connects the end of the first verse with the beginning of the second. what did you mean?

-g.

[Tragic Rabbit]

Well, guess it didn't come off but the mental image was of the big screens at a crowded dance floor where they were showing the Nicole whatsername music videos that came out right after her death (Fire Rescue Team, first on the scene, etc). Actually, the whole thing was about a recent night out but I never did get the poem to where I was satisfied with it, just decided to post it anyhow. Same with most poems lately, just not happy with the results. I'm working on some plays but can't say I'm happy with those either, yet. *sigh*

Kisses...

TR

[Guest Rustic Monk]

Actually, the whole thing was about a recent night out but I never did get the poem to where I was satisfied with it, just decided to post it anyhow. Same with most poems lately, just not happy with the results. I'm working on some plays but can't say I'm happy with those either, yet. *sigh*

*sighs with tr* Join the club.