A poem: "Black Boot"

Black Boot

By Jenna Reimer

 

I am not a flower

Searching for something; a light,

A glitter of skies, of grass,

Of sustenance that beacons breath.

I am a stone.

No, a pebble that clings to the clod

Beneath a heavy black boot –

The pyre of a parasitic foot

Whose bulging heel breeds print,

After print on this earth;

I am swallowed, plumbing

The well of this boot.

Imprisoned by this black,

Pivot of heels and mouthless grooves,

I melt into the earth;

The dirt and I fly, suicidal

Into the canyon,

A valley of tomorrows.

The deep arch of earth I cannot habit,

Sucks me into a stasis of darkness.

A ingested pebble in sickened dust. 

Fashion Fever Revisited and Other Thoughts

Recently I have been trying to rediscover my love for fashion; it sounds vain, but I find when I wear something I  adore, or feel confident in my outfit, it just makes the day more tolerable.


If I'm sitting there bored at work I love fiddling with my huge gold cuff bracelets or unusual rings that are in the shape of serpents, fish or leaves. I love the feeling of my weighty necklaces around my neck; wearing tons of vintage pieces makes me feel secure and safe from the eyes of others for some reason? Perhaps the extensive amount of jewellery is my way of hiding, which is ironic since it is so flashy. Any Freudian psychoanalytical analysis of that particular behaviour is welcomed.

I love having my small black tube of red lipstick, along with my vintage gold compact in the shape of a Japanese fan, in my purse. It makes me feel so powerfully feminine and... dare I say it, sexy. Sexy not in that derogatory way where I become more appealing to men or have a heightened sense of superiority over other women, but a secretive personal sexiness that I can't explain; I wear it around the house sometimes just because it turns me into someone else. I feel different when I wear red lipstick and that "different" feeling is something I embrace. I love when I feel I am different. I love that I am different.
I love the feel of fur around my neck when I'm cold and this mysterious woman I become when I am all dressed up with my John Lennon sunglasses; it is as if I travel back in time for a brief moment, pretending to be someone else somewhere else, or better yet, revisiting the joy of playing dress up as a child.

Anyway, That is all I have to say about that stuff right now.

Current fashion loves:

- RED LIPSTICK... I love it right now
- Stripes
- Wide legged trousers
- Vintage/gaudy jewellery
- Large men's watches
- Hair tied tight in a ballerina bun or the total opposite: Frizzing my hair so I look like I just got electrocuted