Plastic Fantastic - Take 2

Plastic Fantastic (10th Dec 2008, 7.32pm)

My tired, slack-skinned fingers
trace around my blackened eyes;
I pull out every wrinkle
until I appear surprised,
stretching out my turkey neck
into a smooth, slim column,
tightly underneath my chin…
I grimace at the ceiling.

I could change my vision,
escape this blurry prison;
I dabble in my eyes for
lenses that attempt to hide,
flattening their transparence
like tiny pesky limpets
as I stab with crumbling nails,
a search and destroy that fails.

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

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

Jennifer Pickup