3rd of June, 2008

I once knew a girl with polaroid eyes,
But good film was dear and hard to find;
So she kept them shut,
Her face closed up

But sometimes something caught those eyes,
And she'd capture it before we realised.

We'd all crowd round,
Crouch down

Watch the colours play and manifest;
The way she held it an inch from her chest,
Just like an exterior heart beat,
Unnoticed if you eyed her head to feet.

She always walked fast, in vintage's left over charm,
Her face surpassed by hair like a fire alarm.

She inhaled 60's pop as oxygen,
Her lips expelled a keepsake hallucinogen.

But her intoxicating presence, once we left,
Sidestepped, leaving us blue and bereft.

By Zoo