Empty Mirror

Beauty’s time

Spent,

A crooked mirror

Going down

An empty hall.

 

Putrid remembrance,

Bled away

From the

Original portraiture

In cacophonous delirium…

Rebels

Propane anger,

Diamonds on a

Furious turn.

 

Night mists

Fluctuating,

Split nerves

Multiplying

Along glittering

Streets.

 

Rebel roses,

Grave shadows

Overturned

To shifting

Movie frames.

 

Pieces of the

Dream land

Undone,

Swallowed

By poisonous

Fumes beckoning

The seekers

To entangle with.

Perfume

Tricking the pages,

Appearing in perfumed fantasies.

 

Crystal glass,

Moments preparing the

Skin,

Budded enchantment.

 

Adornment, the backwards effect

Of feeling,

Plummeting to dark waters,

The absent orator.

 

Hers the glance to

Eternity,

His the momentary realization of

Taste.

 

Piece of prism love,

Fractured steps of

A cool undulation,

Soft marabou slippers

Sliding across the living room

Rug…

 

Diamond reverie,

Candy body topped to be savored,

Sugar lips reciting the night’s revelation…

 

Smoky jazz,

Wrapped to the jams,

Carried under a satin layer.

 

Spat way up high,

Roused in music

Trailing past itself,

The oncoming quiet…

Throwback Thursday

Here’s to looking back at 2011, when I wrote for a lifestyle/beauty/fashion blog called Lip Gloss Culture based out of NYC.  I had just graduated from Mills College and it was a great first gig.  My Mom Susan Karr, an accomplished writer and editor (Word Suite), showed me the magical Wayback Machine site where I could find prior articles I’d had published.  Here are some beauty posts:

The Benefits of Aromatherapy with Rosewood Oil

Best Facial Masks

Happy Thursday!

Lip Gloss Culture Logo