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While Just Thinking Pink












©Shers Gallagher 2014
In the very rudeness of innocence and health, 
in the banal blushes of in-your-face femininity,
PINK
genteelly crosses politics with its flair for poetics 
in the orchestrations of a raunchy girl’s band.

This is PINK 

at its best and worst,
for it is ostentation
coloured in cruel overtones that are not to be ignored. 

PINK is the colour of spy panthers 

charged with espionage as flamingos loiter close by 
in shameless settings of the unapologetic rich.

And it’s PINK’s adorable flair for playing at underwear espionage

in the advertisement of free panties with every naughty-but-nice purchase
in the midst of diabetics gambling on that dying rush of sticky sweetness
while just thinking PINK.

Aisling Books

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  1. but then there is the sweet pink of newborn babies......just saying! Very well done!

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  2. "...PINK’s adorable flair for playing at underwear espionage"

    Love this... The playful seriousness of it all... The way your poem has married words aren't usually expected together. Love it a lot.

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  3. in the midst of diabetics gambling on that dying rush of sticky sweetness"" , is my favourite line , so agonisingly Faustian and Paradoxical...merry xmas !

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  4. Thank you all! And a very happy holiday season to you too!

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  5. You've got the spectrum of pink here.

    Happy New Year!

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