Red blotching like plummy wine.
I put lipstick on to write poetry.
Discount me like the dreamer I am.
“Dreamers don’t get anything done.” (That’s what they say.)
Give up on my words and me right here.
Maybe somebody else will see them.
My thoughts finally worthwhile – finally.
Do not notice what I’ve pointed out.
Take in the journalist like the truth.
Let the hook break your skin.
Skim every quote for the ultimate meaning.