Lament for Miss Adelaide
Starry set guys and ghosts
Block out subterranean crap-games,
Her psychosomatic blues sing out
Ol’ blue eyes.
But he won’t cure her
With Bromo fizz … pearls and mink
Wraps and the final curtains of red
Lipstick clad dolls.
In the style of this week’s Poem of the week: two cinquains by Adelaide Crapsey