Plastic Fantastic

Plastic Fantastic (10th Dec 2008, 12.54pm)

I trace my tired fingers
around my blackened eyes,
pull out every wrinkle
until I look surprised,
stretch out my turkey neck
into a smooth column of skin,
tight beneath my chin;
I look, superior, at the ceiling.

I could change my vision,
escape this blurry prison
as I dabble in my eyes for
contact lenses that attempt
to hide, flattening themselves
to the surface, pesky limpets
as I stab with crumbling
fingernails and fail my mission.

Stepping from my structured
underwear, wobbling with
the aid of an armed and ready
chair, I turn my hippopotabottom
in the light from my reflection
and, knees against the bed, I
steady my legs and lift my tired
and droopy breasts to heaven.

I could be Miss Plastic Fantastic,
spend a cool half-a-million
on a new this, new that, new
tit-for-old-and-saggy-tat,
turn this old goat into tender
mutton-dressed as lamb, and
parade my tightened splendour
to those that…love me as I am.