Here's one to start things off:
Jan 10th
Selfie Psycho
crones like me
don’t wannabe
in selfies
‘Come on…Purleese!’
firm arms snake round
stooped reluctant shoulders
crushing captives
into shot
‘You look FINE!’
as if we need reminding
that we certainly do not
or of the march of time
and how it is
that we no longer look
straight down the barrel
but
we slouch into position
all resentment and obedience
a sullen grimace
sulks across
thin crumpled, painted lips
‘Just one more!’
desperate to hide
those lines and
deep neck hollow
choppers yellow
while young ones stretch out
long lithe, tattooed arms
and jam tongues firmly
behind their fluoride-perfect teeth
like they were taught to do
in selfie charm school
like
as if
they needed coaching
in the art of youth
sunlight
ricochets off
shiny hairless scalps
blinding passers-by
walking dogs in tiny shoes
you pout
and know exactly
why and how
this picture
will turn out
‘Smi-yulll!’ they bawl
and you duck in
cowering
closer to the pits
so many inches shorter
than you used to be
it seems
no good will come of this
why make a fuss
there's no use crying
out to just
leave me alone
let me enjoy this day
with you
for real
my way
without a record
no
and that is how you’ll look
forever, crone
in your sad
funeral
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