I had been in an indigo mood

For some days nothing pleased me

I had locked myself in my room

On the top floor of the Hotel Dor

And watched the City Lights

Flicker and fuck erratic erotic

Nelly had finished with me

A few days before but I knew

That she could not live without me

And I could not live without her

She always returned to me

Like a dripping gutter bitch on heat

Up here in the clouds it was always 4 am

I smoked another whiskey soaked finger

And wiped my brow with her final gift

All her life she had given me these souvenirs

I had hidden many in drawers and drains

But I usually returned them to her unwashed

So that she might wear them the next day

And the next day indigo after that