m.t. whitington


A force majeure, female catalyst, futurist, polemicist, psychonaut, epistemologist. Ruminating between the lines with a clarion call and extreme unction.  A global writer with southern roots.


the Dollhouse Heist

the Dollhouse Heist

the Crime happened

at the Grand Palais,

the Dollhouse of Pari.

the Doodle, the Dandy

nipping Chartreuse

with a quaff of Benedictine,

rushed the Catwalk.

swilling Billionaires freeze

and they just can’t believe,

it’s not 75 and Sunny.

serving Chagas Polenta Diamonds

to Leo the Dog on the runway,

furry little Mannequin,

caused a stir with K for Karl.

making mazl!,

with Mame-zister and round G

shvimers.

O! the Silver Bee

found at the Scene

buzzing one ear,

not the silver swarm

on her shoulder

must be the culprit.

all 63 Dolls

with Cleopatra Eyes

and tight croissants,

fall in a Vow of Silence.

frozen Haute Couture,

White, a plunging Black

a new Chanel Silhouette

with such Voluminous sleeves.

one Man out, a mixed Floral

stunned and wowed,

those Textures, Hidden blue

and the Fashionistas clapped.

a Feather in the Hat

of a Hipster Macaroni.

O, Choupette with great Tam

on Quai Voltaire with Ciccone

to the House of Memphis Style

stitched in Fanny Pack couture

Chain and Leather belted

Heist of the Century, Diamonds secure.







 

Shatter

Shatter

The Knower is Lonely

The Knower is Lonely