Glittery Infinity - a poem by Wumi Amokeodo
"Now's the time / To feel forever / Before infinity expires" #sweetthangarchives
I want big
I want the world to dizzy me
Into orbit with my glitzy ditzy disco ball brain
I want sexy
Don't care if it's wrong just serve it hot
Now's the time
To feel forever
Before infinity expires
My pretty head will never stop spinning
until-
My empty gut tingles thinking of the hugeness
If I'm just a speck on the face of it
I wanna be a fucking fabulous one
I am sparkly head to toe and inside out
The butterflies in my stomach are bedazzled
I don't need facts I need feelings
I eat sequins for breakfast
I like my taxis quick
And my friends naked
My pretty head will never stop spinning
until-
Galvanise my ripe body in glitter
And soak in adrenaline
Water me with momentum
Twist and writhe and spread
Gyrate against the giant penis of potential
Opportunity will fuck me fuck me fuck me
And come, with endless possibility
My endless time: it oozes deliciously
My wallet may be empty
But I am the money
So romanticize and roll
In dollar-shop gold
It’s sexy
So I want it now
It's sexy
So I want it now
Nobody can get enough
Until they've had enough
My pretty head will never stop spinning
until-
This kinda joy is my decade-long-Christmas
Come join my jolly party!
When it snows coke
And the candy canes are laced
Santa's arse looks tight
In his velvet red booty shorts
I want my pupils to dilate 'til they turn into plastic rhinestones
My fickle heart, it falls like confetti
My confetti heart, it flakes like cheap eyeshadow
My mascara runs from my eyes and floods all down my body like a sad and sexy waterfall
Its wetness loosens my limbs and I dance harder
My glowing skin, it's smooth: my untainted glossy finish.
Touch mine and I'll touch yours
My pretty head will never stop spinning
until-
One day it'll be 5am and if you don't wanna leave the bouncers will kick you in your wrinkly face.
The morning birds will peck you like hawks to rotting mutton
My pretty head will never stop spinning
Until it finds a fixed point on the dance floor
When you leave the strobe lights and fade to grey
You'll always pine
For a shimmering slice of me
As a reminiscent souvenir
Haunting and sweet in memory
With notes of sexy regret
A nostalgia I'm not yet ready to meet
Every once in a grey moon
When you walk through your brick house,
Under energy-saving light bulbs
And sturdy, quiet walls
You will find a winking dot of glitter
Clinging stubborn to the sole of your beige lambskin slippers
Wink back,
And remember when there was enough of that stuff to fill your bath.
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