CHARLOTTE RUSSE
Wax ruby lips
charlotte russe
on a stick
cracker jacks
don’t step on a crack
Jo-Cur for the hair
smelling green
castor oil
cure for all
second to an enema
if all else fails
school days throw up
in a pail
black veil
and black dress
tears of sequens
falling.
head hung low
mourning silence
broken hearts
childhood fears
A million years
ago
Comments
I really really like this
I really really like this poem, Joe!
Now I have to Google Chrlotte Russe.
~A
I really really like this
I really really like this Joe, I liked it so much I commented twice.
;-)
Thanks, my Anna.
Thanks, my Anna.