Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Red rap

The cancer is back...

like a punch
or a pomegranate,
red faced and flaked,
soft swollen,hard baked.

But no need
to go back
to black
just yet;
it's only 
skin deep,
unlike ugliness.
In contrast
my hair 
looks quite neat
compensating for
the cancer's 
one embarrassed cheek.

I would 
take a selfie
but the camera 
is shy
knowing it 
cannot lie.

So I settle 
for a painted
red head
to wrap 
up my rap
with a splatter and a splash. 

No comments:

Post a Comment