Alice had attitude.
Alice chose the wrong
Kind of men who ripped
Her off and beat her up
Now and then. Alice had
Her own wonderland, took
To drugs in a big way, saddled
Herself with bad health,
Brewed a baby inside,
But then it died, was
Scrapped and cleaned,
Brushed and groomed,
Sent to hospital for those
Unwell in mind, couldn’t
Fix her, couldn’t find what
Made her tick, nothing did
The trick. Alice had illusions.
Alice talked to angels in
Her room, conversed with
The dead inside her head,
Made love to phantom men
Who roamed her bed at will,
Wrote letters to her brother
Who lived with their mother
Who was ill, but he never replied
Because he’d died four years
Before and her mother had
Got better and went off
With her lover to Spain
And Alice never saw her again.
Alice painted pictures.
Alice painted in oils,
Painted the view from her
Window over and over,
Changed the colours,
Added things, altered
Shapes, signed her paintings
Vermeer or Van Gogh,
But never cut off her ear.
Alice had attitude. Alice
Chose the right kind of
Ghostly men who accompanied
Her around the hospital
And made love to her
In her head now and then.
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 3:48 AM UTC
Alice had attitude.
Alice chose the wrong
Kind of men who ripped
Her off and beat her up
Now and then. Alice had
Her own wonderland, took
To drugs in a big way, saddled
Herself with bad health,
Brewed a baby inside,
But then it died, was
Scrapped and cleaned,
Brushed and groomed,
Sent to hospital for those
Unwell in mind, couldn’t
Fix her, couldn’t find what
Made her tick, nothing did
The trick. Alice had illusions.
Alice talked to angels in
Her room, conversed with
The dead inside her head,
Made love to phantom men
Who roamed her bed at will,
Wrote letters to her brother
Who lived with their mother
Who was ill, but he never replied
Because he’d died four years
Before and her mother had
Got better and went off
With her lover to Spain
And Alice never saw her again.
Alice painted pictures.
Alice painted in oils,
Painted the view from her
Window over and over,
Changed the colours,
Added things, altered
Shapes, signed her paintings
Vermeer or Van Gogh,
But never cut off her ear.
Alice had attitude. Alice
Chose the right kind of
Ghostly men who accompanied
Her around the hospital
And made love to her
In her head now and then.
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