bootleg BMW !

she lifted her glassy eyes
from the crystal ball and
whimpered....
" I.m turning blind , can't
soothsay anymore "

I sat
stoic 'n stone faced .
didn't shout ,
didn't yell,
didn't tell her
she is a bootleg BMW

strengthened by my silence,
she shuddered in self pity

spat inferior venom
she said I stink.

I didn't bother to clarify that
a dead man walking,
always waft the stench
of decaying dreams !

I pity her..
she is just another
ordinary woman who
believed she could be
my black magic woman !