Month: February 2021

hope is a tricky thing the light fades

dusk trimming the dead plant branches

edge of cosmos the alcohol works its magic

the grey world explodes into neon

thought train running on alcohol and grins

slow crawl to the light end of tunnel

moist soil soft hands plunge in

leaves hang lifeless death a thin thread

consoled by artificial lights an itch remains

moonrise winter demon climbs the spine