Artificial Eden: Kari Ann Poem by DM W

Kari Ann of Fashion TV,
Seduced by her new found fame;
Surrounded by flatterers and
All the glitter and glamour,
Every young girl desires
Carries out her daily routine;
Casually unaware it seems
Of the barbed wire of excess;
Which will blur her sense of who she is
And mutilate her perfect skin.
The latest face for chic designs
With high cheek bones and wide set blue eyes:

" My skin's gotta be perfect
There's no doubt about it.
I'm totally the girl
Who adores attention! "

A Barbie doll on benzedrines
A million dollar contract queen
Waif like, vain, commodified
Depersonalised and distanced.

She offers another empty, programmed pose;
To the camera on the catwalk of her dreams;
A photo shoot follows; then ‘it's party till dawn'
Catch a few hours sleep then do it once more.
In love with the lie that ‘blondes have more fun';
There seems to be an air of cruel disdain
About her measured, ‘calm demeanour'.
To present herself to the eyes of the world
As a deluxe darling - surly, sleek and cool
Is an ideal which can become so mundane.

Only when she breaks down and cries
Does she reveal a human side;
Behind the faint, erotic guise
Of logo and style.

Like a thousand ‘Femme Fatales' before her;
Like a thousand other nameless angels;
Who parade their fleshfor the multitude
Of web cam voyeurs & screen diseased slugs;
She is just another code or number
Signifying the manufacture of desire.

" I'm the kind of girl who you identify
With brand new cars and the very latest styles
Your gaze constructs me; you reduce me with your eyes.
I'm so tired of wearing this mask,
It doesn't fit. I feel out of synch;
Body distorted; I fear decay;
Don't wanna end up wrinkled and old! "

Anorexic culture; a culture of expulsion:
Born of longing; cold and numb
Brand name culture; a culture of denial:
Disposable, crude, carefree and dumb.