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lie to me, baby
‘A man’s face is his autobiography,
a woman’s face is her work of fiction.’ Oscar Wilde
paint yourself, Darlin’; paint yourself pretty.
gloss your lips ruby red. shadow your eyes, write deep
lusty lines beneath them in penciled arrogance. tubes
& compacts that change a polaroid ragdoll into a
bombshell. stolen glamour, sinful & unreal.
she knows how to soothe a restless man, with her harlot
whispers. ‘you’re the only lover I need,’ she tells me. sure.
except for the butcher, the baker, & the guy who lubes her
chassis…
I tell myself I’m through with her, finished. but come Friday
night I’m back in the Blue Moon ballroom watching her spin
on the dance floor, in the center of a snakepit. elliptical eyes
hi-jacking her come-on like she was Salome’, naked & so, so
begging for it.
in my Buick ragtop, parked by the bay, starlight bounces off the
indigo waters right into her Aphrodite eyes. she abducts the savage
spirit from me by the hex of her vicious kiss, & my heart gladly
joins the others, still trembling in her trophy case.
when I’m alone with my whiskey, the mirror calls me a coward.
her smooth taunts echo in my dreams, & her betrayal wears a
veil of cloistered seduction, even in the crystal mansions of poetry.
hell, it’s my own fault.
I can’t live without the lies…
Published 8th Dec 2014
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8th Dec 2014 5:51am
gawds Mister Feddeler this is brilliant.... i always wonder what some women look like beneath the plaster & war paint, given that i never put the stuff on my face.
really love that last li[n]e.
really love that last li[n]e.
8th Dec 2014 10:01am
John you are so fabulous in telling vivid stories with your soul shining in them.. great ink with love Crim
8th Dec 2014 2:52pm
Ah yes. This is wonderful, and I enjoyed the Wilde quote! "crystal mansions of poetry." love it, John.
8th Dec 2014 6:46pm
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9th Dec 2014 4:36am
We all need the trappings that the lies uphold at some point...at least you accept it for what it is. I love your work John, it always pulls at me. Beautifully inked.
9th Dec 2014 10:33pm
I guess lies are the best comfort we have sometimes. Thanks for your honesty, John, and your fine write.
10th Dec 2014 2:19am
the world gives us venom in bright colors. some women have lips like scarlet hourglasses. I feel this.
14th Dec 2014 3:32pm
Women with lies and facades...I can't help but wonder how you will tell the story of the opposite. The woman that hides nothing. Scars and all. I know it'll be magic, as it always is with your words, Mr. Feddeler.
Anonymous
10th Jan 2015 5:33am
god i know what it's like to need those lies. damn good write. DAMN good.
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8th May 2016 1:02pm
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