Grief
True Loss: a poem
Drunk piano-selfish bitch
Banging keys
White with some black notes
Show up stumbling
Breaking my door-fist
Fingers bleeding blue American
Tragedy like always
From banging keys
You make a believer
Out of my skeptic pathology
Unloved complex by mommy
Total abandonment drunken
High on loss
Grief becomes us
Both stylish and life style
Black high heels with some white piping
Backwards from piano drunk keys
And we are banging them
Like percussive instruments
Creating clowns on the wall
Laughing fire and terror
Pale white faces with a bit of black on it
Mouth turned sad-down frown
Like the piano white
Teeth chipped like old keys
Drunk selfish-piano bitch
Life stolen
From my bleeding fingers
True tragedy
Grief becomes us.
Drunk piano-selfish bitch
Banging keys
White with some black notes
Show up stumbling
Breaking my door-fist
Fingers bleeding blue American
Tragedy like always
From banging keys
You make a believer
Out of my skeptic pathology
Unloved complex by mommy
Total abandonment drunken
High on loss
Grief becomes us
Both stylish and life style
Black high heels with some white piping
Backwards from piano drunk keys
And we are banging them
Like percussive instruments
Creating clowns on the wall
Laughing fire and terror
Pale white faces with a bit of black on it
Mouth turned sad-down frown
Like the piano white
Teeth chipped like old keys
Drunk selfish-piano bitch
Life stolen
From my bleeding fingers
True tragedy
Grief becomes us.