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