Fabulous Cassandra

Flamboyance has its place, you know.
Cassandra says it's everywhere, and who
Would tell her she is wrong? A black
And yellow wasp among the dowdy
Moths more common here, she shouts
And cackles, spins and shrieks. “Adieu!,”
She says, and speeds away, not in a soulless
SUV, but on the crimson leather seat
Of an old Chrysler from the 60s, dripping
Chrome, its top turned down. Her friends
Are gays and thespians, her income's
Source remains unknown. Who cares?
She throws a lot of parties, and she's nice
To everyone, even those of us who are
The opposites of her.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-09-02 at 22:45

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