A man lies on his crutches
He can’t feel the cold pavement under him anymore
As 24 luxurious dog legs pulled by one lead walk by him and over
His eyes closed surrendered to the exhaustion of the million pound streets of
Notting Hill Gate
That stood a mountain in front of him way to tall to climb
For the infamous poor
For the lack of confidence
For the absence of love
Can’t dream of a reality nobody showed him exists
Hanging at the end of a precarious chain of human existence
Based on the price tags of the Emperor’s New Clothes
The same cloaks that that woman who held the lead of the valuable dogs was
wearing
More valuable for her than that man
With the same brain than hers
The same skin than hers
Same eyes
Same senses
But not the same price tag
And in school they tell you to succeed
To be better than the other
To walk over the other
Like those manicured dogs
Like her high heels
Show what you have!
Don’t look down!
Or you might encounter those eyes!
That dream of you to hold that wrist at the border
When someone becomes invisible to the world
To show him
There is still al Life to live until Death comes
And me
With the woman of the hills and the manicured dogs
Fall back again into the same untagged ground
On the same floor
On the same pavement where you gave up
When you were dreaming
Dreaming
And wanted to stay there
Finally safe
Where you have warmth
Where you are loved.
Gianinna Delpino
20/09/2022
The Rescue by Gianinna Delpino
This is brilliant of you 0nce again dear Giij.
I love the sparkly loose grammar and spelling that is your own –
fresh, rawv, dramatic -and un-tidied-up by publishers.
And i love it you focus on the women (not the men) hidden under these masks – these strange cloaks embroidered upon with pretty dogs.
And yunno these women did probably fall – or were pushed- into such a life by menfolk to be tided out of the way? ..by man-money-madness that just soaked into them.
Probably such women’s pleasures lie right down deep there in a twin misery with the men of your story – and your beautiful paintings you gave given with it, the depths of unlovingness that the men of your story are. Maybe worse?
So they are just as miserable – if only they knew it!
But they dont know it cos they kid themselves – abetted by the sycophants of consumer culture 😌
🤔Another story: The ones that march through the city parks with small school-children on leads.. even more than 24 legs sometimes!
Comment by Ben on 1 October, 2022 at 1:17 pm