Suzanne Louise Bishop

Rose - Poem by Suzanne Louise Bishop

Who could love her?
Scotch-breathed devil taunt
Gentlemen’s haunt
A must if you are a lush
A certainly not
If you’re anything more
Revered. What for?
Her coal burnt pupils, I
Look in them and feel sore
Possible heavy bosomed wife
As if we weren’t weighed down
Enough in life.
I can’t see pretty in that pout
Vermillion lie lock I say out
Fistfuls of child-like meat
Cry out take all that you can eat
Blood sucking sweetheart
Stick her with your pin
How could you love her?
The whale bone waist
The appalling pallor of her skin.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 8, 2009

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