Hot Hibiscus

My tea is dark pink

steeped through tissue

clogged by wrong ideas and

a glut of inattentive lovers

I'm tired of your bread crumb trail

making me vomit

cliche after cliche after cliche

Substantiate!

or stop invading my dreams!

King of narcissists

bled dry by bottom feeders

I'll feed your heart to Medusa

Oh stop whining

I've got my own red vine.

Annette Sugden ver.3 March,2006