winter static the reattachment of lips
Tag: tanka
the collective consciousness slowed by the seasons
after dark we redefine the quiet to suit our manic needs
desperation and the fog that threatens every waking step
your grim scented softness suffocates the senses
pitch black a hand slips through the veil to find comfort
winter at dawn the old crow’s guttural growl
limbs slinking from reaponsibilty possessed by the spirit of the cat
balancing off the edge of the curb hands off me winter winds
as the seasons do the words come and go as they please