Amber (no. 129 of Women’s names sensual series)
Hey
What’s going on
at the Boom Boom Room?
She’s making it happen;
she’s out of the cage!
She came from a den of thieves.
Her Mom
pickled her own heart
with hot vinegar.
& her Mom’s never satisfied;
she’s often sinister
& full of rage.
But right now,
all the lights are on.
This girl’s eyes are burning brightly
while wearing a top with cut-outs
& long sleeves
as the music plays on—
Worlds apart,
her loves go down
so much quicker
“It’s great to be ignored in stereo,”
she whines like a jesting Valley Girl
finally gaining some beach curls
from a very special Japanese shampoo.
Oh oh oh
What to do?
She’s got a famous resting bitch face
the paparazzi wants to reveal;
her curious reinvention
sputters on, as if
she came up
with the first wheel.
But when she opens up,
she’s a little genius, not a ditzy brat
with a soul of a black cat
who’s working on her next free life.
Like her Daddy
who played good on his Fender,
his fake Beatles haircut
is now wearing thin;
he never made it big
in LA or NYC.
He left his two girls home
as an afterthought—
the trip-lights, the mind benders
& the fantasies, to him
were more important
than reality.
& the cad
that came to claim her,
he was her secret lover
until she was discovered
by Hollywood
He ditched her right after
she gained the limelight.
She claimed:
“If I can’t have love,
I want power.”
Horror Sleaze Trash 