By R.J. King
Lacroix ties
Dessicate
Beneath my bladed hands.
China cups
Detonate
Creating Dresden rain.
In the garden
Our marriage bed is ash;
Torched by Versace rags.
For fun,
I finger the $200 cheque
And smile while the toothless hoon
Glides by
In our purple Merc.
Yes, my dear.
It’s only just begun.
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