The Photographer's Daybook

The Photographer's Daybook

In the halloed prism of his camera,

girls lie flat, slim conjunctions,

limbs unpulsed, left luminous--

rush-dry. He develops

wanton waifs, stranded on ruined

runways, stray wings

paper-clipped to cheap

veneer-- fashion's memory. They deliver

each purled whim. Willing robots

whip-slim, purged of aspiration, urge

hit and burn-- powder pure

pulp-- glamour's juggernauts.

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Jillbilly H. Jun 21, 2006, 9:16pm EDT

Pretty

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Mariana T. Jun 21, 2006, 10:03pm EDT

Maura - wonderful use of words and of course, Juggernaut is one of my favorite words - I like this - need to reread a few times but when I do that, it means I'm drawn to some kind of magic in the poem. Thank you for sharing! SAlud,

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Betty Dobson Jun 21, 2006, 10:04pm EDT

Well worth another read. Your descriptive powers are exceptional.

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Maura Alia Badji Jun 21, 2006, 10:05pm EDT

Thanks lovely learned ladies...readers like you make me want to keep trying.

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Jake S. Jun 21, 2006, 11:11pm EDT

nice

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Jose Wolfster M. Jun 22, 2006, 1:06am EDT

great picture painted, it flowed very well:) excellent ending..
"Powder pure pulp--glamour's juggernauts"

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jessie voigts Jun 22, 2006, 11:15am EDT

maura - this is really beautiful writing.

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Abu Tarleyb Jun 22, 2006, 12:05pm EDT

Live and in living color babes
rendered two dimensional
in their unmentionables to
satisfy what we used to call
lame jerkoffs.

White slavery...
premeditated... intentional.
A two dimensional whoe...
and everybody know...
but don't give a damn cuz whoein is conventional.

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