Lost Girl

Lost Girl

Tom Waits on the radio,

sending static kisses.

That broken antennae

longs to do the same,

but hangs its metal head in shame, shame.

Honey, draw that bath water

let sorrows swim �" piranhas.

Bite the flesh that birthed you, demon.

Celebrate candles on your cake colored

coffin at the wake, wake.

Pretty little doll, smile as you float.

Porcelain promises, cupid bow kisses.

Sweet haunt- dahlia girl.

Heavy is the crown when you’re dead-

tiara tainted trinkets on your head.

But yesterday you were-

flipping flapjacks in your bathrobe

for anyone who’s listen

to those stories, baby.

Be your own dream boat- boy crazy.

Float, float down the Nile in your basket,

baptize yourself in Gentleman Jack �"

One shot, two shots, never look back.

Meaghan Rhymer

Reviews

[karumen]

Wow, this was powerful. Very visual. I particularly loved this stanza:
"Pretty little doll, smile as you float.
Porcelain promises, cupid bow kisses.
Sweet haunt- dahlia girl.
Heavy is the crown when you’re dead-
tiara tainted trinkets on your head."

Hoping to read more from you!

[MoonChildPoetry]

this is absolutely stunning!

[Matthew Kult]

Tauntingly watching. Perhaps judging.

You are unique. I like it.

Great read

Matthew

[Meaghan Rhymer]

Thank you kindly. You are eccentric, I find that trait in the best kinds of people.

[Matthew Kult]

I am something. You are most welcome

Matthew