Oct 10
The Fall And Rise Of Sally’s Fall
October 10th, 2008 by christopher barnes · No Comments
Sally’s skull was made of china
a frumpy rose with laced collar
she had a skull that was made of china
Sally’s eyes were doll-blank
dog-sad, oh oh Sally
only cried a single tear
Sally’s nose was Country-Joe
Sally’s mouth a slug
and the airplane tattoo on Sally’s cheek
pointed to another Sally
Sally’s hair was ploughed and raked
Sally’s borders country thatch
ribboned all her smoke
Sally became a rose-giraffe
changed and bartered, then exchanged
her love-bugs for mug-drugs
Sally’s birds smelled of thyme
on their wings she sulked
right to the top of a tower-block
mascara-long, she sulked
