Warhol Girl.

girls wearing warhol never wish for mainstream
yet, yearn for the pop life
as its not a life of their own.
they stride for pure creation,
yet, they are divided by how socialible they are
between who see it as a trend and as a figure.
Warhol couldn't think of it either way,
as fifteen mintues is only enough for everyone;
too bad those faces fight for the strands of seconds

bright colour embazzeded in neon;
dressed in little mismatched socks;
hidden contents in a soup can bag with blonde smile.
but she dresses like tiffany rather then monroe,
waiting always for her breakfast meal
as she primes her colours for a subtle touch
with a simple smile, she greets her peers
modest floats in opaque in a soft porcelain surface;
the same face in different shades along close frames.

sunday morning keep me awake for the west
as the world gets 6 degrees brighter.