Beauty Therapy

Sit on the chair and face me.
See how the mirror is framed by bulbs
that half obliterate the reflection
of a gaunt and pale individual.
Can you see the heavy clothes,
bending you forwards
until your chin glances against you knees
and your arms are lost in tendrils
of felt and tweed and stained
sackcloth. It frays around the edges.

Please, allow me.
There’s no need to flinch when I
pull the rags away, cut open
the clotted carcass that hangs across your back;
wrench wooden shoes off bleeding feet
unscrew rusted rings from bent fingers.
I wont leave until you’re bare
and even then,

allow me.
There is cloth to be used.
Let’s wipe away the dirt
and the black foundation that you wore
to hide away the things that caused you great shame.
And we’ll wash your hair together
to clear away all the mud
scrape the sludge from your nails.

In the meantime I’ll massage into your skin
my Grace and Mercy;
my Love, Peace and Happiness.
Anoint your head with oil
and tease Pleasantness to your scalp.
I’ll redress you in a slip
of Confidence and Humility so that
your skin will glow and gleam
and complement the brightness of your eyes.

No need for adornment.
Let the beauty come from within
and manifest in your mannerisms,
words, thoughts and conscience.

Time to turn down the bulbs
so you can see yourself clearly.

Time to set you on your way–
but don’t forget my card.
Testify your transformation
and tell others about


Now is the Time

You’re going to prepare the bonfire of your life.
Everything that wasn’t you–
the CDs, the shiny mags
the hookahs, the pipes,
the obscure, salacious novels
and the browns, pinks and blues
that you used to decorate your face
and hide the real beauty that was crying underneath.

As flames dance before your eyes
and you watch the sceptres of your past
curl like the talons of the vultures
that used to feast on your life,
The New You emerges.
History has passed away without a mark of its existence
and the only thing you feel is relief.
Chains have been broken,
shackles removed
bear traps loosened
hearts patched and mended
and a myriad of blessings twist around your soul.
You feel the excitement–
no need for fear–
you’ll wait for the Old to become New
as God creates the better You.