Paper Bag Princess

Paper Bag Princess



Smog filled imagination;
Oil slick lips-

She thought she was alone.

Charcoal eyes,
Others spume their sociological judgment.

Polluted tongue-
Tasting pure words from past eras; how unworthy of her.

She poured rainbows’ of calligraphy onto him, the only one that sees her-
A parallel from another place, she may never meet.

That she left behind for sum days and hours-
while she sorted herself, straightened out her insanity into neat tidy
boxes, safely stoed them away with monochromatic labels-

A hope filled paper bag princess she is, though.

Flowers in her hair,

Stolen from pithy stems, near a gutter where it grew
Orange.

Her porcelain lounge legs
Salty- sultry- scathed

By men
She regrets.

But can't escape from-
that prision she made in her mind, is now a foundation of her eventual domise-

Men who made babies with her,
grew light and blood and life from her-

That loved her on their own terms.
Not caring if she did love them too-

The babe is all she has of this paralell world.
One truth against whole oceans of lies.

Living room forts of blankets and cushions,
where they tell stories of fairytales, happily ever after’s-

Where they hide.

Flashlight torch lights their journey; through a world made up.

She sings in the acid rain,
Umbrella transparent

To let in the gray paint her face-

Poems written in the corner
Alleyway’s riddled with filth and urban graffiti

Murmur of stardust over garbage
Most unlikely of places-

Recycled thoughts, cardboard, aluminum, plastic,
we are less original than we all think-

She says-

Right down to our genes
We’re more related- relatable than you all perceive-

Skin blood bone light and
electricity-