Etude No.6
A Necessary Evil
Amid the lunch-time rush
he checks his watch. As his eyes drift up
his irises become
two mini-cameras fixed on the
oncoming goddess, who, completely
oblivious to his
blatant stare, continues to fix her
disobedient hair.
His mind now a tabula rasa,
brainwashed by five and a half feet of
sporadic pockets of
tanned porcelain skin, delicately
concealed in Vera Wang’s
newest creation. The fibers sway
in an intricate dance, worshipping
her ethereal move-
ent. As she passes he’s hammered back
into reality
as he receives an unwanted and
forceful kiss from a telephone pole.