Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags
A beauty forgotten
By Lou Pugliese
I make my foggy scrawl with an exquisite instrument, my Waterford Celebration
The Clairefontaine paper gently sucking the ink from the fountain pen
I’m practicing the Jellyka font–le Grand Saut, but not well
Somewhere in this hand and mind is another “Always for the first time” Breton
Or an Auden’s “Lullaby”
But not this time
I’m dreaming of the woman in the Bentley
The simple sleek Versace exposing a thigh as she exits, Kate Spade on her arm
The Wolford Boutiques stockings caressing her legs, as I wish I were
We share this moment alone
Raising my glass of Chateaus Mouton Rothschild in a toast
The 1945 vintage exceptional in my stupor
Rolex, Breitling, Chronoswiss
Maybach, Porsche, all of this
Should be the world we share
Would she love me in my Brooks Brothers?
My hair perfect, cut by Antoaneta
We’ll never know, and soon won’t care
Back from the dream I struggle to slowly focus on this important poetry
As it attempts to emerge from intoxication
Noticing now the ink blobbed in a puddle from my broken Bic
On my Post-it Note stained from a spilled Budweiser,
I turn the page in the magazine
And she’s gone forever
Lou Pugliese’s most recent poem to appear here was Before dawn (October 2011).
Lou, such a finely crafted poem evoking two such contrary worlds fused into one body. Quite well done. Bravo!