VICKIE LYNN (Another dog to bite you)

Anna Nicole Smith, * November 28, 1967 – † February 8, 2007


“Bye darlings, I’m off to infinity.”

Guess® where, what and when?

Checked in at Hotel & Casino Florida;
found by private nurse; police
chief Charlie Tiger called
for medical assistance;
taken to Memorial
Regional Hospi-
tal (Hollywood).

Died aged 39; February 8th 2007.

So far: our soil has slid off a
hill we knew we were on;
an avalanche of rock,
sand, slith’ring,
skimming
squirms.

Dropping in and
dropping out.

Were we able to follow
your analysis of
instinct, instant
fame?

No, notorious variety of
choice and opportunity;
a spirit of beaux-arts.

Daniel 1:38.

Round, round curve
it round, round…

Sobriety, sorority, society:

What a way to label a
self-pronounced,
acclaimed and
masterly ful-
filled reward
straight
tacky.

A strategy of bedlam
and the ward –
insanity.

No more, no more say I
with swollen lip, rim,
brim and more; no
more say I than
this and this
enlarged
alone.

Bosom and bone, you
let it lead your
way.

Alone as she was,
unaided and
by herself –
safe for
sharks

Daniel 2:10.

You shouldn’t have
mocked the dog,
for he was about
to bark more
than you
possibly
could
chew.

His bite was worse
for sure.

And we did not want
that mad dog gnaw
your glory
half nor
whole.

White rimmed the sea
in bowls of blue,
engulfed
armada
too.

Perpetuity.

This is a yarn
not ours
to end.

Perk, paid
true pity.

Gee.

M.J.C.A. 09-02-2007