Bending benzos,
bows over my fraught mind.
Madame Rainbow,
Messieurs Blood and Cloud.
Somewhere in the city
Freud soaks my jaws
in alkaline water.
My tongue has always been
a working girl.
In my perspiring frontal lobe,
a waltz coated in epoxy.
Madame,
You have wrapped me like a gift
regifted.
Messieurs, I must dash.
My fun is running away
too fast!