Comfashion

This is an experimental poem that I wrote hastily and impulsively.


Comfashion
I like frankensteizing words – comfashion
Fashion as a substitute for compassion
Always showing up in style in case your misery
Or someone else’s gets
Made into a movie
Computer fashion
Dressing up a computer or letting a
Computer dress you up
This is not make believe
Compulsion for fashion
Spending your Mrs. Harris for a scarf
Compound fashion
Layering, accessorizing, day after day
Exponential
Complex fashion, getting over the top
Like you know who
Competitive fashion, and so on

I can think of two other words
From other poems
Profoundnity and sirquit

But there is no cure for comfashion,
The confetti of pony shoes, all sorts of heels and
Platforms, oxfords, and whatever avant
Garde
You can think of

There is no cure for comfashion
Draperies, plastic dresses
Deconstructions
Locations, locations, locations
The loquacious
Falling in love with smells of
Luxe fabrics and
Exotic leathers

Raisins and smoke before
You work it like
Megalomania is not a
Disease
If you fall, the better
Peak at 16, retire by
21

There is no cure for comfashion
Not the third
World
Not laws

There is a cure for comfashion
Fashion with no compassion
Is the cure for comfashion