11-09-2010, 07:27 AM
As lovely as a chintz teacup,
her page boy hair
an upset soup bowl.
And that voice,
forged in public schools, I bet.
She has trouble pronouncing "r" sounds.
Milton on her tongue
could melt a banker's heart,
and no old English words
need stop at her lips;
they flow like music.
Pinstripe trousers
reach her waist, two
paper thin belts
holding them in place.
Perhaps my love
is Oedipul. Nevertheless,
she's divine.
her page boy hair
an upset soup bowl.
And that voice,
forged in public schools, I bet.
She has trouble pronouncing "r" sounds.
Milton on her tongue
could melt a banker's heart,
and no old English words
need stop at her lips;
they flow like music.
Pinstripe trousers
reach her waist, two
paper thin belts
holding them in place.
Perhaps my love
is Oedipul. Nevertheless,
she's divine.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe