Before the bottle drops

Pellucid vermilion, wormwood ardor, the

Livid licorice allure of rouge effulgence

Ethereal profundity inherit in a thought

And the thrumming hush of muddled awareness,

Portend panicked throbs of hate-hate-hate

Inflaming erstwhile abrasions and jarring

Esoteric rage, here is the culminating chasm

Empty of debris---what a shame

There are no reparations, no, nothing

Divined but a steel grip as I

(turn away)

Let go, let go of me, you, you---

Patronizing leech, you philanthropic plague, stop

Stop waiting for me to self-destruct

Bereft of your rose-tinted glasses