sway raised hands to the last ember in the sky
Tag: monostich
left to burn out in a quiet tree cavity lit cigarette
still waters complement the concrete chaos
a circus of shadows between pine trees
dusk a burst of gold rain before the looming dark
waking with the storm and grey in our bones
Jäegermeister and dreams of the wilderness
the iron curtain falls on this storm grey noon
dusk the skies rage quite possibly the end times
wallowing in the company of cloud whales