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