carole alto
the name was a dream, but it stuck -
clear as glass. carole alto
and the earthquake;
white stilettos step on creamy debris.
brown ankles dipped in dark water,
wide legged balance on pieces of ten inch plaster
halfway submerging with her weight, but precariously
she moves forward as if on stilts, dark arches around and ahead -
in the halflight she thinks she is in venice. again. (does europe
follow her where she goes?)
carole alto
her saviour in a bottle
she does not swallow, she stipples, she daubs
and sadness walks in her perfumed shadow
while smelling like so many million dollars
and carole alto
she thinks,
surely this could be an ad
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Poetryparallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an appar...