the biting fall’s breath.
a dying man’s last splutter.
and the last shudder.
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fair weathered friends
as you blew me off
wind of fortune caught my wings.
birds of a feather.
some friend
friends
are better than enemies.
sometimes.
mute point
night falls hard.
deaf to the cacophony
of blinking stars.
swallow words
only the frog knows
the meaning of sticky tongues
and swallowing words.
night fall
a red moon
hangs upon navy linen.
drop of blood upon pricked night.