In her phantom eyes, not a soul shows face
She walks the catwalk at a measured pace
the habit leftover from a failed career attempt
and not required here
Turned around and walking again, hands grab at her legs
Leering faces drunk and lapping up dregs
left at the very bottom of glasses
droplets catching on her
Without emotion she continues, only stopping to pop, lock, and drop it
in the face of a man with ones, her string ready to stock it
adding a little more coverage to her bareness
as he coups a feel
Swinging around the pole, her strength holding her up
Men jeer at her attributes when her flip causes a stir up
the impracticality of her costume causing
her top to shift revealingly
Her song at it’s second rotation she quickly avails to payers
and as the song finally falls she gathers up her layers
the idea of covering herself foremost in thought
she hurries off stage
Her take barely enough to eat as she wanders backstage alone
Face blank and stoic, unconsciously her hand fidgets at her hipbone
adding bills up inside her head her stomach growls
and she searches out this next meal
For they are never a certainty
Author notes
Show a little skin
[&& bone
Danceswsquirrels
A contest entry
- A Plethora of One-Liners by Epilogue.
900 points, ended December 16, 2007, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
On the tip of your tongue, and in front of your eyes... What is it?
Comments
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your rhymes were interesting, but I thought maybe they were a little bit limiting in this case; the idea might work a little better in free verse. I loved the fact you didn't actually use the line in the poem at all. Loved the imagery and characterization. Fine writing!
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Soooo... I sort of.. sort of took your advice.. I changed it up a little bit to a mixed free verse... But not just becuase of your suggestion.. I re-read through it and decided on some things... hope you enjoy it!
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oOoh and i'm in love with a stripperrr... " lol this reminded me of the song for some reason, just the idea in general. This was an awesome write homie! I loved it.
"Turned around, walking again
Hands grab at her legs
Leering faces drunk
Lapping up dregs
Droplets catching on her"
Love the imagery in this too! Great job!!
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