Spectacularly oversized specs circumvent
The circles of each iris in the middle of her eyes
Colours in a cage, focusing the light.
A slight disinterest glides behind each lens,
Skating, skirting, transforms the world
Like an oyster with dirt in.
Deidre Barlow glasses perched on a nose,
Wide, curvaceous, aerodynamically low,
Slipping the slipstream through the fake fur on her coat,
A fluffy rim on the hood could be misunderstood
As a sensational political statement,
By the fashion police on the streets of the hood.
Pull them knee high socks up
Before they fall down and
Expose the brown skin forged from
The red clay deep underground.
Adam’s rib, deep fried;
Ted Baker bag, oversized;
Underused, so improvise
A fulfilling filling for its inside.
Crimson braids hang and sway,
Watch the sexy serpents play
I feel like Barry White on Whacking Day,
Whacks in her earbuds and then hits play
Her nodding head shrinking
As the train drifts away.