Elizabeth Taylor Eyes

glittering prizes and elizabeth taylor eyes

if only they would not, the two optic sirens,
drive the would-be academic to poetry
and drink, how many have fallen for the helens
of the hollywood, the plastic feature of a penelope
of thunderbirds,

glittering prizes and elizabeth taylor eyes

if only they were real, these blue marble orbs,
like those found in the wound-up barbie
and think, how many have fallen under the surgeon's
knife, tried to be alike, with stature of a jane
de mansfield,

glittering prizes and elizabeth taylor eyes

if only they were worthy of these pathetic comparsons
alive, and could be open to aesthetic possibilty
instead of a link, a step, a ruse, to unseating a geoffrey
over the Hill, and in one blink, gone the suitors
of Oxford.