What kind of fuckery is this?

Inspired by the absolutely fabulous Amy Winehouse...

Back to black

Let's face it, I have been momentary.
A luxury. A bright red sloop in the harbor.
My hair rising like smoke from the car window.
Littleneck clams out of season.
(...)
I'm a watercolour. I wash off.

Anne Sexton, For my lover, Returning to his Wife extract
(definitivamente não auto-biográfico.)

unimportant note

April is the cruellest month...
(e foi-o decididamente para o meu fígado no passado Fim-de-Semana.)