May 262012
There you stand
Before the door
Of your tomb
Watching your reflection
As you slip on
Expensive threads
Of haute couture
Like funeral rags
Over a Jewish corpse
You bathe yourself
In bottled fragrance
Like Magdalene’s ointment
Over corpus Christi
Above your unseeing eyes
You scribble with eyeliner
Your epitaph
On your tombstone
If only you knew
That your sartorial ritual
In but a metaphor
For your funeral.
(Inspired by the song “Crush with eyeliner” by REM)
It seems u write lot from songs……
Nice one…
Yea. Observed
Life truly is a metaphor.
Most times we peacock around oblivious to the more important and tangible things. We become caricatures of what we could truly become when we live for the temporal, ignoring our humanity.
Very thoughtful… indeed a metaphor.
“In[Is] but a metaphor”- typo.
Well done, as usual @esosa
Nice one @esosa
Nice one.
Sometimes i don’t really understand your poems, guess i am too shallow, but still, i find myself loving them
Smooth.