Smeared Lipstick

Her eyes dash towards the sight line rust

A static human current motioning away

She, a rose so red the pigment bleeds

Ten harpy songs arranged in order of chaos

Until it spills over the barrier and amongst the stone confused faces

A mother of nurture orchestrating the sound

And I, single light perpetrated from points in relevant concurrency

Drift and sway and bobble head

Dividing my energy at the pursuits of insanity

The female amalgamation emanating my fears and delays

Those pierced finds dagger at mine in rebuke

And relation is contextually assumed

That we peer into the deep cavities

The ones that illuminate the outer edges of mind

Yet both are aligned in this city, this regent

And both will once again be on separate ways

Neither sure or aware that it rings

Commonality drove her to this nightmarish repetition

Dreams of melting string on the wooden echo

So that when she awoke the only logical conclusion was to fiddle the elasticity

And await the day her pittance of change could contour up the premonition

From the same meld we burst into opportunity

One takes the path of stardom the other a life hard pressed

Our matriarch noodling over the ambitious gust

Too wide for my procrastination

Too narrow for her eminent boom

And how, and why, and what for this stagnation

Was it my soft upbringing while she battled it out in Guadalajara

Taking in the stank sexism as she earned her stars

I've shared many a grievance and uphill strife

Yet the loss of a father and the yells of the heathen were not among

So she did what was best

Donned an apron and went to work under the bright beams

A woman of no culture, shunned by American dialect and Spanish accent alike

Ridiculed for the brash nature of character

Took a loud horn and made her mark

Took a guitar and strummed it differently

Her wisdom is defined by sharp screams reverberating across the painted walls

Of happiness and gratitude and a place beyond

Says ten thousand things with the movement of her body

Things people couldn't communicate even with the most profound words

The progression of vibration on the surface so simple

Though the heat in the syllables make mountains over gorge

She may play the lesser for the more iconic late players

But she'll steal the admiration as they walk out the door