I think this is Purple Deadnettle. Sounds like the name of a comic book villain.
From this page.
My time machine is broken. It allows me to remember my failures. It won’t let me move on.
Beauty never dies. How can it?
Versions of a Self-Portrait
We floated on our backs.
We counted all the stars.
Happiness, on this night, was ours.
I see you looking fine in your flashy yellow suit. Let’s you and me fly down to the club and groove to some of that jazz they play down there. We’ll get drunk on a big-ass flower and get down to business.