Poetry

In front of M.I.T.

the woman with the Dianetics leaflets
said she liked the color of my hair
and what brand did I use to color it
she didn't know that every day I eat
red flowers every day I drink the blood
red wine of love I do not need to dye
unnaturally red blossoms sweet I grow
from deep within my heart I lied to her
and named a brand of fiery red she smiled