Morton Salt Girl
morton salt girl crying in the rain
frailly under her umbrella.
Alkaline blink how she
crys when I sink.
a little lower
than usual this time.
Getting to drunk to remember
to rhyme.
So I find Find a little strength and
gather a few bones .
these ressurect my burdened
lazarus returning to you.
the right side of the bed
with my head imprint
still on the pillow
come closer she says
my morton salt girl
Copyright © Nathan Martin | Year Posted 2010
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