The Glass Orchid
By hilary west
Tue, 02 Jun 2009
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A glass orchid
Glides to some white mansion.
Bruiser chauffeur
Opens car doors deferentially.
She inhales deeply
On an ivory cigarette holder.
The car exhaust
Exhales silently.
They merge expensively,
The woman and her trappings,
Showing to the world, the world.
Emptily, she partakes of all the luxury,
Never engaging with the Real,
Only wanting what she can control with money.
Take away her only currency
And her soul has gone,
Butterflying to paradiso perduto.
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