Lady Books

Across from milky fountains there’s a saturday market
flush with organic vegetables and handwoven blankets
Here, the free downtown trolleys end their runs
transitioning into their suburban commuter routes

High heels click brickwork, mingling with steel rail noise
as water tumbles crows outcry buskers playing their drums
It’s an amalgamation of voices whirling up like dust devils
if dust held music, spit, and long eerie cries of visible woes

This curious arcade, burning with life pulsars, is a mall
for those who fancy characters in an 18th Century novel
Pastoral romance of car alarms and homeless camp smells

Trolleys ring out; sounds bouncing around concrete and stone
Female statues gracing the fountains have mascara smeared eyes
from years of air pollution, marble erosion, and lonely caresses
given before daybreak; she’s hard and cold but the form is true

Between vacant towers, a blue sunrise-orange storefront waits
for ladies whose corsets are confining during the daily work grind
Push through mirrored doors, a jingle of bells, and a rush of lights
to a long plush hallway decorated by wartime pinups and pinwheels

International pleasures, mapped on graticule wallpaper, adorn
a vaulted main lounge crisscrossed by ornate library style shelves
Creativity, elegance, variety, exoticism, all spices in these racks
where section headings on off-white 3×5 cards are listed on each row

Hot Sauce: Men in the Kitchen
Leather Boots made for Riding
Time Traveling Firemen
Blades, Babes & Glory
The Peppermint Baristas Union
The French Undergraduates
The Witches of Muff Town
Non-Verbal Androids
New Guy & his Two Brothers
Ladies, Lollipops & Tetris
Zombie Love: Two and a Half Men
Russian Dolls Duke it Out
The Walking Drop-Dead Gorgeous
Makeup Make out
Beaver State
Men Who Look like David Bowie

Welcome to a bookshop for the ladies who read-write their own code
May your screen shine from within as your voice sings without disguise

Image by Rhoda

Image by Rhoda

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3 thoughts on “Lady Books

  1. Pingback: Bachelor Books « Pull of the Sun

    • Thank you, Aya, for reading and commenting. I always appreciate your input. I gotta say, though, I’m not sure what your comment means. I don’t think the poem is attempting to interpret anyone, but maybe I’m not following your mean. What’s most helpful to me as a writer is specific criticism. So, please, don’t be afraid to say straight out what you think of something I’ve posted. Thanks again.

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