her hair a magnificent flag of my defeat
with its crack and her smacking lips of rose;
blows pouted o's in
i / feel like half the man i used to be
(ironically, some might say, weighing twice what i ought to weigh)
alcohol works my lips / hips / hops
no salvation for me
no calamity / no catastrophe / no tragedy
rainbow waves of gold
her smile radiates.
I can only imagine love
through the o of a silver ring,
studded with her diamonds.