When the Dogs Bite
poems by Rachel Green
Monday, 24 November 2008
Poor Sal
Poor Sal
Cigarettes
gave her cancer;
champagne: heartburn.
Being perpendicular gave her vertigo.
The sparkle of her personality
atrophied under chemo
and the glimmer of magenta sanity
discombobulated
according to
obfuscated design.
2 comments:
BT
said...
I need a dictionary! Poor Sal.
25 November 2008 at 13:02
Rachel Green
said...
Thanks Gina :)
25 November 2008 at 17:03
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I need a dictionary! Poor Sal.
Thanks Gina :)
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