Picture this:
Warmth of wool
Her smile, a tool, could warn
Of a spoken salvo
Wonderful, her filthy mouth
Mocking opera singers in the kitchen
Fueled by bourbon and the written word on
Cue; who has such a marker?
Bluegrass Dorothy Parker
Lack of ego, ergo, I'd go
So far to say
Down to the minute
She was majestic with raisins in it.
But listen:
She clamored for me
So it all added up
To an '03 Camry
What is it about being wanted
That makes us break?
Are we haunted by our former failures?
Or too aloof to take
Her for a lure
Worth being haunted by
At a later date?
Dorthty Parker
Poet, playwright, novelist, screenplay writer, sardonic wit, american humorist, blacklisted for being a woman with a leftist opinion, gave her estate to MLK and later to NAACP. Her ashes remained unclaimed for 17 years and spent time in a file cabinet. Dorthy - called Dottie, a life lived! slc