Coloring
Crayola
Crayon
Catastrophe
Vodka dripping slowly from mouth
To throat, to pale exposed breast
Sound of passion next door
Bed posts knocking down walls
While we paint pretty pictures
With a box of sixty-four
And Walt Disney
Need one more
Just the perfect shade of red
No wax would do
There is no asking in this game
We only learn to like the pain
Now Minnie Mouse wears a
Blood red bow
Playing slow
Hard clear liquid turns to life
Dripping deliberately from
Wrist to mouth
Like a bell it hits the floor
White shoe, red ribbon
Oh, happy morning
Fantastical fantasy
Product of ecstasy
Imagination, concatenations
Abundance of trust
Without it
We may have fainted