©Shers Gallagher 2014
In the very rudeness of innocence and health,
in the banal blushes of in-your-face femininity,
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.