Stanzas: Monthly Chapbooks May 2015: Equality | Page 16

Carrot
Mags Creedon
Staring at the shade of his hybrid locks
golden roots with carrot tips
It’s time to face his fans
So he touches up his scarlet lips.
And his gender morphs slow in transit.
They’ll expect none less than
His La Vie en Rose
Enough to shake Piaf from her sad repose.
Peek behind his velvet curtain – It’s time
That new hack, a baby rat from
Ireland Uncovered’s sneaking pack
Jotting nervously
dodging the roaming spotllight’s funnel
hiding in moving, darkened tunnels
curious mothers must have to know
no secrets left in this Stateside peep show.
Anywhere to hide sweet hermit enslaved to Aphrodite?
‘Ah give us some sugar Baby Red! Papa Honey!’
Cried the corporate bulging throats
bloated guts with bums perched plumply
morphine for the feeding masses
And The Lady M to deaden my senses
to deaden the pain of a monochrome life
I am the person of colour
hair of gold and russet carrot
Lips promise of Scarlet
cerebral thoughts haunt a Pulsar Star.
Tune them out
—to mine the silver from the punter’s dollar.

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