screwdriver hangover ditzy dizzy
green velvet sinking fading feeling
sunlight orange window
crystal shards she bleeds
the first time and cries
I love
greying dusk dying
candle flame sputters
and falls into hot wax
I
slip into the broken rhythm
close your eyes
and kiss my helpless
lips
screwdriver hangover
green velvet lying neglected
in crimson prisms
empty bottle of vodka
spilling sunlight on her
hair
Dawn
Green and orange, crimson prisms ... a poem about waking.