poetry. satire.
Public Pink — Did You See the Bra Cups and the Jock?
street photos. macau
the stone lion
pink cups of bras, flimsy panties, unmentionables
gather for an airing party
nearby flaming bougainvilleas compete
for attention of the pasty sky
no fear I have your back
says the fiberglass lion of millenniums
meaty paw on the ball
mane coiffed
your entire ancestry behind you, don’t you see
wrappers of punches raunches
jumping muscles bouncy yielding spheroids
summer breeze not to waste
oh how this spectacle escaped
glossy towers and grandiose casinos
breathe restrictive holders of rounded flesh
recess by the window
goddess of air-conditioners
oh goddess of harvest
give me your bounty
of free flowing fresh vent
may your grace be my brand
your poise be my quietude
your fumes not blow
on my clients’ vehicles
for you see
they trust me
with their mercedes and ferraris
in my belly. amen
deity of earth
dear earth
you had your fill of fume and fun
now i pray through
our trusted guardian of the land
this official ancestors sent
i dutifully painted his seat laisee red
and the public bench white and black
the no entry sign shares my sentiments
of not knowing what we’re guarding
but christmas is near (it’s summer, close enough)
can i paint the house next?
© Pseu Pending (Seu) 2023
Thanks to the editorial team Zay Pareltheon, Viraji Ogodapola, and Marilyn J Wolf at The Howling Owl for a fantastic space to howl!
