el tigre

the unbridled fury of revlon

an unlit avalanche of powder

and formal introduction of foundation

filling in the lines and wrinkles

celebrating the smooth skin of 

the bipedal land lioness™ 

the twin berlin walls of mascara

an aubergine sky above the

stone quarry of concealer 

below inside a shadow a

roseberry bush of blush

two brown oily lips

underneath which, fordyce

spots collect the television

light and throw it towards my

face. wet stars clinging to

the photoreceptors of

my inner eye lounge

my head is a blue circle

i drag it up and down

your head. the point i'm 

staring at and suddenly

everything is quite clear

we are completely lost