60’s spent 70’s
deboomsed & nigh but spending
on-goes…not of me
this diatribe of you who
objets d’subjection aye
2.5 billion
of age you are told fillies
an’ mares alike to
the proscripted dawn rite for
yawning peeing abluting
the harnessing of
the girls a pejore not of
your neology
nay but sold like shucked oysters’
shells pearled an’ sequined rainbowed
colours to your not-
so-secrets’ strive to hide those
uncomfortable
straps whose day-end tattoos like
ruts an’ grooves not too groovy
foolish female
foolish woman
foolish girl
madonna
take-off
the muzzle and see…
aaahh…
this is not for me
this harness
the same which bridles you
to wars’
manufacture
you are
not yet dead
they are not ornaments
why do
formalde-hyde
under the wire
its cur perpetuate
of strap wire hook
for bombs’ fashion
victory’s secret
the biggest of all kept
no matter how jessydressy dressed
complicit locked an’ loaded
pretty’s don’t make free
free makes pretty
clasp hands only
not for me
do you see
only your seeing eyes
interest me
don’t remove
don’t put on
for you authentic female
mammaries of the smiles
50,000 years left behind
the way we were
the way you are
womancipation
feel the space
draw the breath
send V’s secrets
as prayer dar cho
write your own
prothesis and
unhitch
the man on your back
a bitch an’ pony
show trained onto you & just
aged missy-like-mam
in training for what!? the girls
are biomindful but ob-
eisance? aye. culture
like packaged fashion dicktat’d
neigh’s & nay-nay’s the
hoots on you self-imprisoned
airless shackles complicit
ogling designed con-
traptions… & stupid shoes tall
& pricey cathedrals made
for downhill ambles only
else…fashionshun aye there’s the
hitch a change is clear
fight taboos as a distaff
chauvinist show heart
cleave option to comfort the
EarthyAnnie school for fid
femininity
a re-minding goddess not
underwirepush
upsparklesequinturquoise
cougartigerlace market’r
get the points don’t trusst
them to rein-in as preter-
natural as a
chrissie hynde laur’ anderson
…a mad mad madonna morld
t. thomas’ cap’talist
pr’noccusession for bosoms
business all along
the watchtowers readying
for the evening room Lilith
take off the aye cups
the muzzle…and see!
H.e.m.-H’H.
11.18.MMix
ST (l’chaos!)
