My bed:
a space
of cleansing,
of waste
and pleasing.
My heart:
darkness
and red waste
and green want
and black taste;
enraged by nothing
walking over something
--you--
with blatant greed
murderous want,
and alcohol need.
I stomp my foot
for attention
and break the vase
because you for-
get to mention
how beautiful
I am today,
And the dance
of crystal
cubes soaked
in gold
Old No. 7
is your last
hope for chance
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