Two Sonnets for a 'Pedicrust'
pedicrusts* hustle a client further
'Bling Dynasty'? 'Hearts and Tarts? which polish?'
'Dim Sum Hum Plum?' "choose colour, choose colour"
Old lacquer the acetone abolish
renovation of the new bare toes, tip
black, busted bruisèd from jog pinching shoe
undug from Nine West coffins free to dip
in turquoise disinfect-plexi rockpool
sea of USA nails like on a far
eastern holiday you no understand
the chat of crouchèd women of nail bar
in flat plastic shoes, tap your feet to stand
in high foam, they come for a better life
Left their own beach behind our feet to wife?
Their hands swim now in these mini blue pools
No fish do they see , their own ten nail shells
Not for barter, quiet day when time spools
French their toes, but no flowers and petals
These they do on their own sands , so cool!
For my daughter, made her hair all corn-rowey
That makes you remember the chants, the air
Frangipani not 'Charged up Cherry'
You tend feet of people who need feet fair
Office girls, day off, come in silk shell suits
Go third world, worn out from glamour carousel
speak only if hue look like rotten fruits
But how we learn English if you not tell?
We are worn down by your hard, heavy feet
Come soak, soften, let your heart and feet, meet.
*How my phone translated 'pedicurist'.
White legs in a red skirt bending at the waist ending in black leather spikes
Rummaging in a holdall on a stool
Sunfish propped up in the vegie shop?
Deco backside of a building now revealed by a spanking fresh concrete and steel imposter
Maltese carrying a brisket over the crossing, head high and oblivious owner
Old Czech man comes out of a hostel
Elk from the highlands eyes the pub
Kids on the till in sleevemasters, the zzzz of the tattooing drill behind them beyond the door
Pressed metal?
Mixed roses $8
Foil wrapped hearts come slap me on the
Butt up against me
My old house has had its balconies ripped off
And is bandaged at the windows
How would the opera house nude pic be viewed by a repressive muslim culture?
Beurre bosc
Peres
Have you got a smaller padlock?
This one is too big
Lock too big
Big lock too
Too big lock
Lock big too
Sweet sippin mynah in the traffic
He sups at his puddle
Here and
There
Some bmw edges up
He keeps a drinking
Little buveur
Thin split-level
Tongue
Savours the tar warmed brew
In the little creux
Like the nubbin formed at the neck
Or that mysterious red blood blister
In my navel
He could sup at that and break it
And drink from a nombril
Navel gazin'
Little mynah
You make my traffic
Jam
One day I soaked pink lentils
They swelled with unnerving quickness
Bulged out of the bowl
In fullness
I ate them the same day out of a little yellow box
Feeling all healthy
full of virtue
Scorning the sandwich
When I noticed they were growing little tails
They were alive
The precursors of mungs!
I shifted my look onto the others
No one else's lunch was growing
And I
Ever so slowly
Closed the yellow lid tight
On those little teeny pink pills
And posted them far far away
Into the bin
