Under the grand patronage of
Alcohol flowing to her brain,
The glutton,
The harlot we all love
Employing the fluorescent lights
So they have something to shine on
When the Crazy Horses are stabled,
The gluttony imbibes,
With every ceramic tile dissonance,
The crassness of being lost,
The hopelessness of deliberately,
The deliberate heaping of pleasure —
.
She is the reality of life in 2016,
A living, embodied rhapsody
Whereupon shall fall
The ticking of the clock,
The ticking of the eve.