A warm, honeyed glow
drips from the pearled strings
of the chandelier,
illuminating the
the whispers of champagned
tipsiness on our lips.
–The Brightness
With the feathers from her hair
she weaved for herself a
pair of bird’s wings and,
with a sort of gaudy liberation,
she flew out into the night,
flaunting her freedom
to the winking stars
and the art decoed sky.
–The Invention of the Flapper
I hear she hides all sorts
of secrets in the
sly curve of her bobbed hair.
— M i s c h i e f
- A pack of Lucky Strikes
- Gin
- Jazz
–Bright, Young Essentials
We drive sober
but we drive fast–
real fast—
under the influence
of our boldness
and indestructible youth.
We are as neurotically reckless
as a flapper’s dress is short;
very, without any question.
A delicate wisp
of cigarette smoke twirls
about her rouged lips.
Mouth parted seductively,
she muses:
“Pour me another, you ol’ goof!”
“Scandalous.”
—But of course!
After all,
you can get away
with just about anything
so long as you are
Bright
&
Young
&
Beautiful.
We’re the bee’s knees, baby!
–Never forget it
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