Now I’m just stupid! I’m so awful!

Here it is, Most Fashionable Reader: the penultimate NaPoWriMoFa (National Poetry Writing Month of Fashion) poem! [I missed a day, and after this post, I am posting the final NaPoWriMoFa poem] And it is a Poem of Fashion! Not a Fashionable Poem, mind you. But — quite literally — a Poem of Fashion. It is inspired by none other than Our First Lady of Fashion / Our Most Fashionable First Lady, Brenda Dickson. Whom you can see in the video below. And, Most Fashionable Reader, you absolutely must must must watch the video below. And when you watch the video below, you will hear many of the lines in the poem below. And when you watch the video below, you will be complete. You will be fashionable.

And that is all for this poemlogue, for Brenda Dickson is really all you need.

One more thing! I must confess that I have appropriated Most Fashionable Vivienne’s Most Fashionable Word “Char” in this poem. But it is used quite unfashionably.

It sounds pretty bad, but you can get used to it, and once you acquire a taste for it, you won’t want anything else.

Start with a clean face, a steel face, a face
so still the breeze won’t know it’s coming.

This is the best advice I could give any woman.
This will be the answer to all your problems.

You’ll need lips, sealed lips, blood
tinted lips, lips glossed with sheered magenta.

They’re used in movies, and they work
well with your blank slate of face. Your eyes

should be traced with flecks of your heart’s
char, rimmed with hallowed ash, kohled

with the cold calm of the righteously wicked.
It may sound commercial, but it makes you

better. It’s a great look.
It’s really all you need when you want.

Because Brenda Dickson Is Here to Make Us All Fashionable.

Another poem inspired by our Most Fashionable Heroine/Heroine of Fashion.

Adore her fashion.

ADORE IT!

A Self-Help Guide to a Diamond Heart Necklace

Be beautiful.
Be acquired.
Be male or female.
Be fashionable.
Be very fashionable.
Be drawn to the things you like.
Be a very special part.
Be the answer to all your problems.
Be three days a week.
Be careful – read your labels!
Best on your skin.
Best to choose fingernail.
Best thing you can eat: predigested.
Best advice I could give any woman: keep her figure.
Try and cut down what you’re eating.
Try and cut the fat out.
Try to keep away from any fat at all.
Remember: if you don’t eat fat, you don’t.
Remember the advice given to you, vegetables, fruit, and grain.
Remember: no milk.
Do something about a great deal.
Do with feeling.
Do five minutes again.
Do it watching television so you won’t get bored.
Do stick colors with your wardrobe.
Do your eyebrow pencil.
Do take out your eyes.

Because Breaking Up Is Hard to Do …

… we, being Zelda and myself, refuse to do it.  We will not leave you, blog!  We will not leave you, blog readers!  We will not leave each other, being hyacinth girl BFF/BFF (Best Fashion Friends/Best Friends of Fashion) Forever!  There will, of course, be a necessary break.  There will, of course, be my oversleeping tomorrow, and rushing around so due to the oversleeping that I forget it is May first.  There will be my writing the letter “R” on my hand to remind myself to not only pay the rent but to begin the morning by saying “Rabbit Rabbit” and not “Damn cat!  Get off of my face!” for good luck.  There will be the moment when I realize in an obscene foam of panic that I have not yet written a poem for the day, and there will be my flipping through various cable channels or the pages of Us Weekly to find some kind of angst for inspiration.  There will be the moment when I realize it is May, May, and NaPoWriMo is over, and there is no poem, and there will be dancing, though it will be dancing laced with the bitter taste of disappointment and let-down.  But there will be more Hyacinth Girls to come.  O, and there will be fashion, and there will be rock bandannas, and all will be heart-shaped and diamond-encrusted.

Before posting this poem, one of two poems for the evening, I must give a shout-out to my Fashionable NaPoWriMo Partner/NaPoWriMo Partner of Fashion and Most Fashionable Friend of All Time, Zelda, without whom I wouldn’t have made it this month, or, really, any month in the past two years.  Zelda, I am choking back tears, Academy Awards-style, and fashionably.  Zelda, the world cannot produce all of the diamond heart necklaces that you deserve.  You are a beautiful person.

Turn the Wheel and Look Windward

Whenever we feel, we remember
that the world hasn’t kept us

in forgetful snow. You who were
inclined to nothing, nothing, a habit

attached to the pills I took, to get it
off, and so, and privy to the secret

wild, unknown men. Most of these
are you, pressing, lidless, waiting for

preoccupation. or hostile revelation.
I’m glad it’s over.  The intimate

young are usually marred, fragments
I have shored under the firelight, under

the brush, under infinite hope. We are still
a little afraid of the blank

something forbidden, a sense of nothing,
nothing.  At birth, I didn’t mince

my words, an unbroken series
of gestures.  A gorgeous handful

of dust, the promises of life.
We, looking into the heart,

are intricate machines, register
earthquakes, falling towers, Jerusalem,

Athens, Alexandria, dignified
under the name of daring.