The women are all wearing imitation silk scarves,
Blackpool or Biarritz, sipping Woman, masticating
The morning’s post, new babies and bathrooms, going
To file, snip, fiddle and smile through fish-eyes,
Crinkly green gloss, store it in stocking-tops
For next year abroad, that Pill, so perfect!
Flashing smiles from shiny domes and polished eye-lenses,
The men are glossy all over, snapping mortgages and scores
They slap fellow-souls at a distance, gun down the abusive
Clacking conductress, apologise over-loudly for their too
Quiet cars. Plump fingers stroke smooth cheeks – bounce
Bounce, bouncing baby- faces, so manly to wet-shave!
Head heavy from dreams of bronze-fleshed centaurs
Tense with ‘The New Poets’ – no rhythm, failure of connection,
Who slept with who to get in. Aargh!
Forty rose-bearing ten-year old faces are waiting
And behind them in the staff-room corpses are coffined
In eternal celluloid faces.
(Barry Tebb)
More Poetry from Barry Tebb:
Barry Tebb Poems based on Topics: Man, Faces, Woman, Perfection, Cars, Morning, Eternity, Failure- THE DAYS GO BY (Barry Tebb Poems)
- INSPIRATION FROM A VISITATION OF MY MUSE (Barry Tebb Poems)
- THE VANDAL (Barry Tebb Poems)
- THE PLAY HOUSE (Barry Tebb Poems)
- A MEMORY AT SIXTY (Barry Tebb Poems)
- RESURRECTION (Barry Tebb Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: Man Poems, Faces Poems, Morning Poems, Woman Poems, Eternity Poems, Perfection Poems, Cars Poems, Failure PoemsBased on Keywords: clacking, centaurs, scarves, bounce, snip, celluloid, coffined, mortgages, abusive, blackpool, ten-year