The dark mistress with her rhinestones and chains and pains
lapped across a brittle darkness so new rising in the hurting blue
“I haven’t had my cup of coffee” she choked out
her whispering words
but no one heard but her caged black bird.
The bird stared a window and mused at the
varying degrees of relative freedom, yeah.
Today that peeper, my never-sleeper he’s a slinking black reaper
gonna pay me his final visit, yeah.
An over coffee he’s gonna display his tools and anguish with
but we know this is just a rouse. He's gonna make an apologetic grab
for my hand and the dark mistress with her rhinestones and
chains and pains will make a serious attempt at seeming surprised