andy kissing the sky

by: Georgie Greville

Thwarting my comfort, you spoke to me
repeating those images, bouncing against white walls.
Generica's fantasies regurgitated with your touch,
lie inert, in rainbow colors,
bold and mocking.
While we teared over our dear Marylin's and Jackie-O's,
You just lay there, giggling,
rolling around in your own ironic puke