Chevron Rose

Chevron rose,

Tartan toes,

Gingham clothes.

Nobody knows!

Her load lows,

Hang spill-show lows,

Chips and coke—

Couldn't make it home!

It's alright,

She's only chasing a shadow

She hangs on tight

She only sits to stand

Kept dreams in sight

And holds a cross in her right hand

What's left is right

And linger, might...

Chevron rose,

Tartan toes,

Gingham clothes — and,

It never shows!

The game she chose,

Hang-spill show lows,

Then she goes:

"Nobody knows!"

It's no care,

She's only chasing a shadow,

She's not there

She only sits to stand

Mend, split to tear, then

And holds a cross in her right hand

She finds she's where?

Not then aware.

She finds she's where?

And heading there.