BARTENDERS OF THE FEMININE

BARTENDERS OF THE FEMININE

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

Girls night out

and its a Martini without a cherry.

Tsunami

is heading for our shores

and the gossip

gets more grandiose as we speak.

Harriet and her kids

or a psychotic hairstyle

on a new age woman

a gal and her snips has many tales.

Once caught my husband cheating

with the very client

sitting in a chair laughing

that she knew he was married.

Marie Laveau I am not

but how I would put a curse

on some of them

or take out a black mirror

and make them disappear forever.
Hair stylists

are the bartenders of the feminine

securing

information and knowledge

while recommending

makeup flourishes.

Occasionally

a God person sits in the same chair

of a reining Queen of Sin, and

bombazines

the efforts of better women.

Girls night out

and the lights of Rome are aglow

premeditated rain

are as wild as the tears that fall.

Rich girls and poor girls

have the same suffrages of heart.

Afoul in the embers

love holds us down for sure

capturing the echoes

making believe it can turn around.

Marlette lost her mansion

and her husband

ran off with a teenager of 18.

No regard for the heart

filmmakers and artists

can be calloused and ugly spirited.

Girls night out

is coming to an end I slowly see

for my ambitions turn

to the heavenly sky and open sea

where the edge of God

speaks freely about love unshackled.

Unjaded by our prejudices

we will snip the last braid of hair

and transform ourselves

as Leda the Swan.

How I dream of a perfect romance

tied by the heart

where the birth of morning

casts its light on the body.

When I get home tonight

I will draw back the curtains

and allow

the wind to enter the room.

Girl’s night out

has taught of the things I did not have.

You …