Jezebel, her hair in curls
Ringlets spurned from infamous purls
Your song sung with the cutters
Of questions, of wonder, of rusting gutters
Tell suicide I cannot wait,
held she, For hearts can know I lack my space.
Jezebel, lovely maiden haunted
Somewhere out there you have taunted,
Strung your eyes with silver lashes,
Powder-candied statues, their sugar filled rashes
Jezebel, discontinued, your ferris wheel
Conceited, as your fifth heart has once reeled
The cancer of your passion, yet deterred
Romance thrice throttled by the spurs
Of insects, twice more than your spine
Jezebel, periphery, was once mine
Once upon a December, thousands of years ago
You lost your heart to a fellow
A fellow, who never, whod never let you go













