Crystal Snoddon: Poetry and other Lamentations
Worlds within words.
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Getting Out Alive
Stand there.
Store windows stare back,
as a woman, layered in mascaraed confection
coconut-sugared conformity
straightens her skirt beside the stopping sign.
Pick me from the display window
if I promise to wear
a black lace negligee right
to the bitter end of the ride.
the city bus, smells of piss and antiseptic
hard plastic membranes
palm curving spines
keep your hands to yourself -
I can’t touch metal handholds
without recoiling at their sticky imprints
residue of my human family,
until I’ve arrived, and get off oh
so
baked,
puffed from popping lytic cells.
Hey- expand that big ol’ consciousness,
share that shit with me
there’s no time to quibble about
who’s next in line
can you tell where to get out?
While I sleep tight, lie with regret
strapped in sackcloth
inhaling stale whiskey breath,
wake heavy with thirst
for communal drink.
Overnight
the wells of the metropolis
ran dry.
http://www.slamchop.org/crystal-snoddon
Growing Pains/Pain Glow older life older skin spots appearance you sleepless peepers age in lines and crows-feet lines frozen movement improvement a dermal trough hollow half a syringe weighty jowls face technology kick-starting process you the neck elegant Botulinum skin papery-texture chin peaks atrophy lips mouth chin up injections process acid experience thicker under eyes don’t worry - hyaluronidase Crystal Snoddon This piece is a found poem sourced from pgs 25-27 of November 2016 Canadian Living Magazine article on anti-aging procedures. http://www.ekphrastic.net/the-ekphrastic-review/growing-painspain-glow-by-crystal-snoddon
