Abisnthe

“Absinthe”
Ancient petite green fairy,
dispenser of dreams vivid
In bar corners; this artistic
Madam, beckons the unwary.

Dignity falls beneath each pour,
dispenser of solitude encapsulates
between torn silk; its perfumed
whore, mont Venus in folklore.

Spinning  giddy a celestial passion
dispenser of maggots all consuming
ego remains scattered; spilt lipped
wife, her lovers as dogs of a-fashion. 

Oh petite liquid fairy so green
dispenser of timeless moon time
cold laying broken; a smudged jack
heart, jackass bitten, pale so lean.

Swirling in an andromeda ceiling
dispenser of ruination vomit bound,
breasts motion blurred; faceless mother
substitute, this fairy, with dawn deceiving .

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