Narcassism  daughter.

There’s a narcissist i see staring at the 

Revolving mirrors of gold leaf optimism 

In retrospect talks over a life spent 

Believing in Chop sticks and drinking

Confectionary would solve 

Taurus dancing  under Chinese star signs.

The only whispers swapped at tables

the fortunes of the gallons of nine and 

Minted high fives.

I’d eat you for breakfast as collectors of coins

Trade interns girls like taxidermy missiles 

Smells so fowls that the crises that emanated

where trawlers now Fish the world.

sew the scales of these story’s.