|Paul C. Howell
|Mannequins and Metaphors
When you find yourself looking at mannequins can you hear
Them speak whimsical, nonchalant, meaningful ?
What is due deliberation and what do they call
A thing that has no name? Why would God
Need us if we can't figure out an abstract dream ?
What's a concept that can't be expressed except
As music or an inchoate painting? And what
Grates and blocks out light?
We are lost in language We have no brain
Our eyes are painted blue and red nipples protrude
We reach for felt hats with our fingers thin
And beige skirts blow by a fan that's crude
So we're taken for windswept women though painted
Colors no one should mistake for skin