FOR A GIRL, WHO WHILE ON THORAZINE, GOT A VERBAL SAT SCORE OF 720

FOR A GIRL, WHO WHILE ON THORAZINE, GOT A VERBAL SAT SCORE OF 720

 

All the girls in Villanova

Writing Villanelles

They dress in white and heather

And other nice pastels

 

They sing the springtime weather

And dream of fainting spells

On divans, reclining splendors

Minds whirl like carousels

 

On blonded, butter faces

Strawberried hair — it swells

With mesmerizing graces

The lunar princess tells

 

A story that she wrote

In a code that only dwells

Inside her maddened mind

Where language chimes like bells

 

She makes new words for pleasure

The discontent it quells

She sucks them like pastilles

Her salves for special hells

 

 

David Gottfried, Copyright, 2000

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