It's Still Life

This Isn’t About Trains or Armadillos

That starched ribbon in her hair,
its of dubious use. Absurd to think
it can tie smoke, or restrain hair
that’s the colour of Moroccan wind.

And she leans over the jukebox,
f-me boots up to her anymores.
She’s a superstar Wurlitzer genius,
a mix of nightbird, and tar soap.

This society girl is doing a Kerouac.
Her strappy sandals, left for nature
to interfere, left in the winter rain,
and washed clean. Useless! useless!

Written for Fireblossom’s word list (see below). Note: additionally included armadillo, train, and interfere. AI Digital Art is mine, created using Midjourney’s bot (v4). Image and poem ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney