The Green Fairy That Drives me

My years ran wild and keen
lurking in drab doorways and shady tails
where languorous with lust and venal luck lives
The Green fairy that drives me

Wondering with wanton abandon and a sensual strut
under indigo skies tinged with a gossamer harvest
With sweet dulcet tones of pyrrhic victory she burns
The Green fairy that drives me

The bile comes with the anvil
The walls of charred paper and callous
It saved me and will kill me slow
The Green fairy that adores me

I dream of the irascible ire of that earthy cadence
Of mongrel caresses and hellion desires
despite parched darkness of those searing lamps
beneath the Green mush and swamps

Fleeing the woman from vestigial isolation
A curtain of red, perhaps sunshine in offing
Tardy vicarious extract of an eternal dawn
The Green fairy was evermore stillborn.