(In which random thoughts plus firework prove to be a depressing concoction.)
***
Kaleidoscopes of lavender, blue and white
Make me nauseous with memories,
Make me nauseous with memories,
and hate and disillusionment.
Can long-dead flashbacks be that evil?
Outside my window, it's raining fire.
Adele is in my ear,
Her refrain grilling me to my core –
the very core you asked to listen to you.
The chivalric generosity that is your name rings
And bounces back
harder, full of vengeance.
The self-same vindication I sought but never found
Because until now, your kind
- the sugar-mouthed quixotic Don Juan -
is still my kryptonite.
