You live in my lap and
cry your devil’s tears.
Eat your nasty, black heart out.
Smile like we just happened yesterday.
Kick the cat.
In the non-smoking room,
I smoke out my ears.
Remove the phone from the hook.
I’ve turned off the lamp.
But the painting will not leave my head.
The chartreuse is blinding.
We vomit our words.
You scarf yours back in (again).
We crack open the cookie jar of discontent.
My teeth were made to bite.
My tongue prefers to twist.
You haven’t noticed that my lips have fallen off.
Back to bed with you.
You are sick.
Climb inside yourself and under the covers.
Belong far apart.
Rosey, rosey, rosey.
All is well in Hell.