Icons R Ours

Do we get the best of you?
You are
honed from pink star diamond,
sprinkled with fairy dust.
Some people
have to deal with dandruff,
but you shake your head,
magic spews out
like a prowess geyser.
You shake your ass
and we all faint,
pin your poster to our walls,
attempt to embody you,
a variant of you
in nasty yet delicious acts,
dreams ringing with applause.
Still, we demand.
Perhaps a version of you
goes unsullied,
heirloom edition,
packed away for safekeeping?
Hope you are well-stowed
there’s no place safe out here.

Where am I going with this? Just started ruminating on the subject of iconic people in society for Kerry’s mid-week prompt to the Real Toads. But when you are writing 30 poems in as many days, you end up sharing stuff that ordinarily you’d file under DRAFT. So here you are, the beginnings of something that I’m counting as #12 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans.