Maria

Can I beat this scene, looking cool on vodka, as if it will protect me, not so far done down, lipstick slashed for work, my eyes face their own, this place like a dream, a red and yellow cellar, he asks where I've been, my greatest days are home, he loosens first my collar, sits by my side alone, says am gifted from the sea, wants to bring me Bollinger, awaits the next epiphany, doesn't hold with form/, has neither sou nor dollar, just another bum, I tell him don't bother