A true aristocrat wrestles parody while dressed in argyle colors
of yellow, and red. A crown
of golden bulbs drip down in triangles with beaded ends.
Ruffles of lace
line his neck. The length
of his pointed shoes. White paint bakes across his face
with black stripes across the lids.
He exposes the folly: Seats filled with little Gods, a bloody wound
fill their mouths and
tongues flicks to play with the teeth of clumsy antics
of nothing. Less than nothing. Made with a pulsing foot from muddy shoes
as light falls across a given space. He leans,
using bodies to play off annoyances, changing the grotesque, into a mirror of mankind.
Originally from Los Angeles, Celeste has been living in North County San Diego since 2009. Her colorful poetry impress mysterious images upon the reader leaving it open for interpretation. She can be contacted through Facebook.