Damsel Named Distress Poem by Leah Ayliffe
Damsel Named Distress
Read the news today
Black and white stains of yesterday
Sunshine with blue skies
Smiling at me
Dark eyes in mystery
Murdered her man innocently
She's a killer, killer for good fun
Holds a gun, putting her makeup on
The green lake pools
And silver stars
Waving from the screen
Things I've never seen
Behind bar light signs and sparkling smiles
Don't look at me
Getaway car or motorcycle
Whatever ride you got
Take me to a spot
Where I can shine, fine
‘Cause I got the need to go fast
Running til dark,
Waiting for a spark
That bends your pretty mind, kind.
I don't need much to be
To be happy
I can smile all pretty baby
Put me on the screen, please
Cause I like the televisions
All black and white
Stained like the paper you know
Like my mascara eyes cry
Read the newspaper today
Saw my lipstick mark
I was always dark and gritty
Hid my gun away
Please sir, oh good officer
Don't make me cry
Let me tell you why
I'm just a little shy
Kiss kiss, Kill kill, with my dark eyes
And he drove on by
A little starry eyed
I could have died right then
Don't you wanna know how I spend my nights?
Starring at the ceiling
Silent T.V
All eyes on me
And I'm a star boy, I got that fame you need
Come back to me
Let's do this thing,
Cause love is dead baby
love's not dead, just over-rated baby's not dead just innoculated by the way loved the poem
Reminds me of the many court trials that play out in real time on our t.v. sets....like bad reality shows, only these stars fall rapidly from grace. A powerful write indeed. PEACE
.loved your imagination.........and the ability to transform it into a poem........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/20/2024 12:46:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
There's a list of your poems directly below an ad for MAD MAX FURY ROAD, a lurid remake of the old franchise from the 1980s (which was lurid fir its time!) . Then I read your poem which distills the essence of those movies with apocalyptic violence by restoring the human dimension of the violence. The danger isn't in car chases and crashes and things exploding in huge fireballs. The danger is in the human heart which becomes sick with frustrated desire or perceived wrongs and then lashes out at any convenient target nearby. You found the language of this femme fatale, gave her a voice of rough eloquence and unleashed her righteous anger. I was stunned, felt the danger of her presence even though it was just words on paper. Those words slice reality with their knife edges.