they used to fear
that having
your photograph taken
would steal your soul
now
we take selfies
send them
to whatever demons
will still take our call
in an effort
to forge new deals
for the same
threadbare
bit of fluff
dead eyes
with pursed lips
staring at a point
somewhere just northsouth
of vapid
just to the left
of meaningful
left to deteriorate
pixel by pixel
into the aether
of another rancid pool
of stagnant
nothingness
take my photo
take my soul
take my heart
take my body
for all the worthless
ligamental failings
torn rotator cup of wine
turned to vinegar
coppery scented eyelids
botoxed
into a semblance
of yesterday’s pin-up
waxed bleached
prim and improper
hoping the devil
takes my soul
leaves me enough
spare change
for a cup of coffee
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And I think as we get older, the pressure to appear more as our younger selves is highlighted more and more.
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I’m okay with getting old. Just wish I could have had a head of silver hair.
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I agree with you there
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We fill the void in out hearts with whatever, mostly are useless junk leaving extra puncher holes…an undeniable reality.
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that is true
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Well written! Meaningful and poetic with an occasional speck of humor…
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thank you. i appreciate the kind words
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Deep.
It’s not just women who Botox and purse their lips, men are doing it too. But yes, as hard as it is to accept, this is accurate.
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I agree. In fact I see more guys nowadays trying to be pretty. Luckily for me, pretty was never in the cards so it isn’t a concern. Vanity is a curse.
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