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Friday, January 13, 2012

Sharp Edges of Vanity

He pulls the sidewalk
around him like a blanket,
its oiled footprints reeking
of cigarette butts
and cloying desperation,
neon his nightlight.

Stars as close as dreams
avoid his transient bed,
their self indulgence glaring
through designer eyes.
A homeless man repulsive
to their privileged senses.

Wrapped in torn paper
entertainment news
 bleeds across his skin
scarring his identity
with the sharp edges
of Hollywood’s vanity.
Fame has more value than life.

©Susie Clevenger 2012
Photograph: Reuter’s

Sharp Edges of Vanity by susie-clevenger


Daydreamertoo said...

Humans have been going wrong now for well over 100 years. When beauty can be bought and paid for by plastic surgery, teeth can be as white and dazzling as fresh snow and people starve, and walk the streets trying to survive. People began worshiping money and false idols (actors/singers) and everything began to be a fairy tale, instead of seeing reality.
Your piece hits home for its sad truths. If you have nothing now at this present time, then, you are no-one. Sad, isn't it?
Lovely write.

Ben Ditty said...

Omg, this is eye opening and everything a poem needs to be! The allusion to the entertainment industry and Hollywood's vanity... AHH so good :-)

Janet said...

WOW! I hope you get this into many magazines etc. An intensely striking first line to open an intensely striking, hard hitting poem.

Kim Nelson said...

This is one of your best. Imagery is sharp. Message clear.

Susie Clevenger said...

Thank you Daydreamer...the entertainment news got under my skin so it sparked this piece

Susie Clevenger said...

Thanks Ben...

Susie Clevenger said...

Thanks Janet...Hollywood and its vanity just got my ire up

Susie Clevenger said...

Thanks Kim

Susie Swanson said...

WOW, this is so good and such a powerful write.. I wrote and posted about this very subject last summer or spring.. Thanks for sharing.. Susie

Enigmatic Soul said...

Your poem brings to light the detachment of a poor man from not only the people but the nature as well as his limited resources make him estranged from our world of luxuries. Brilliant.

Heaven said...

Isn't this so sad...great moving post ~

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