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A shine that shone

23rd February 2010

I’m somebody’s fun-time girl
Somebody’s knick-knack
Somebody’s cake
Hi, I’m the boss’s girlfriend
I’m curved like the inside of a bowl looking outwards
I’m hanging on a rack
Laden with ornaments
A pussy float for rotting garb
Pleased to meet you, my style
Inside I’m tepid like a runny Sunday
Ever present in glossy tint
I am a steel spike glinting

Posted in Shit poetry on Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010 at 8:14 pm
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7 responses

  1. isabelle comments:
    24th February 2010 at 9:56 am

    I love this.
    Especially the bowl bit.

  2. Jim Murdoch comments:
    24th February 2010 at 2:38 pm

    I have no idea what a runny Sunday is but it sounds truly awful.

  3. Ani Smith comments:
    24th February 2010 at 11:58 pm

    Isabelle: Fucking hell, I thought about you and here you are. No one would believe me but it’s true. For about two days I thought Isabelle.

    Jim: It’s exactly what it sounds like, Jim.

  4. jem comments:
    25th February 2010 at 11:50 am

    More signs of that control here Ani. And it suits you. I like the way this subtly builds to reinforce a message. I like the bowl image and also the idea of a ‘runny Sunday’.

  5. isabelle comments:
    25th February 2010 at 3:14 pm

    Weird. Ani, someone else said that to me a few days ago. I hope I’m not catching.

  6. Ani Smith comments:
    25th February 2010 at 8:07 pm

    Jem: Aw, cheers. Runny Sunday feels good in the mouth.

    Isabelle: Not catching, just desirable my dear.

  7. Spanish Goth comments:
    27th February 2010 at 5:47 am

    Don’t like to be presumptive but, if you change every line except the last to the past tense - this empowers you.

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