It Reminds Me Somewhat of the Wailing French Woman Pz-
It’s a double-shot espresso at midnight
Where you filter my dreams into
Have-beens and maybe-nots
And I feel so alone
It makes me shiver upanddown my spine
The lone lines left in the vacant lies
You abridged me with
It’s the smile of warmweather
Chalking up nuances of gators and florida
And orange – which I hate
(Just because it was your favorite color)
It’s a pastry in a darkartic bitterbrisk morning
When I numbed and bled my fingers raw
Typing – for you : of you
I want to paint the sky with all the colors
Of the life I’ve spent dying over you
It would be a palate of wonder
For any Picasso: who would dream of such a dementedmanic mona lisa
I fear even if I conquered all the known world
And brought it back in a handmaiden’s scarf
You would still throw me fast to the dogs: serfs to your trade
And let them muddle and scrounge on me for awhile
Until they grew restless wanting something younger and a bit more androgynous
I know I shouldn’t want to rip out my insides
When an old ford truck tinkers by
Or howl out into the night
Like a lone wolf whitewanting her mate
It’s a double-shot espresso at midnight
When all thoughts are scattered
And the whole world’s shattered
And I feel so alone
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