Fake Christmas candlelight, and after
Frustrated evening entertainment
No green room on the side tonight, disaster
For masochistic innovator
You look so sweet in your melancholic candour
Dropping lids in the night
And in your dreams of augmented trees, your fleeting sleepy insights:
A little scornfulness detected
When all is said and percolated
All your antipathies aside, collected
But left without your consolation
You look so sweet and forgotten in your anger
Sleeping inside