Treasure Island

Kevin Patrick

(Taurus / Ontario)

Say Hello to Ava Braun

Middle age and broken
Your wardrobe is a person
A sweatshirt chain librarian
Fanatic for Maid Marian

Impassive is your stature
Marble feminine adaptor
Rotund in inertia humor
Suppressed inside your collar

Quick with urban wit
Submersed in scholastic dip
You can climb the seal of Wilde
Too slide down with old Virginia

You're a bob cut catherinette
But your love is child's play
A cynic clothes the surface
Beneath ostracized idealism

So much of you is ice
It's hard to see what's nice
When cruelties the lip
That scolds unsubtle bite

We tried hard to adore
But you let us go ignored
Farewell my mademoiselle
Say hello to a Ava Braun

Submitted: Sunday, July 29, 2012
Edited: Monday, July 30, 2012

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