pekoe

For realz, I got some internet. Maybe I can update this thing a little more, especially that gwad-damn profile pic that I could never stand. But first, me thinks' I'll write a little sumptin' I'm workin' on. let me know what you think.

The passing of the beauty queen
A sign...
of the frailty in the exquisite
...Headlines read...
"The muse goes mum, an artist cries"
"The muse goes missing, all desire dies"
And I'll admit...
the passing of her thighs made me thirsty
for her breast
The passing of her eyes made me hungry
for her heart
Wanting...
to have her cake and eat it to
Wanting...
to starve her image to perfection
To paint her in cages the color of sky
for her clear skin
The color of warm sun
for her olive sex
Wanting...
baby let me know what you want
just stay a vision of the lovliness I crave

Box me in with your 8 by 10's
Fill my breasts with your padded tongue
Cinch me in tight dreams
where I never have to be pinched
awake
Awake in a world where my strings
Pop
Undone
Like make-up through tears
Undone
Like out-fits of rage
Undone
with the knowledge of
what's inside a girl
every beautifull, doll of a girl
is a Woman
a Woman set in fury
a Woman about to be forced Out
a Woman Left
Left
Left alone with the knowledge
of what the world took from her
and the pain of knowing
just what she gave...

----Pekoe

"Our modern society is engaged in polishing and decorating the cage in which humanity is kept imprisoned"
---Enlightened Anarchism