it is an ending.
it is always beginning.
it is never done.
Archives for December 2017
good riddance
the end is so near.
hangs on like an ugly scab.
not a union year.
aspiration
upon the hot clouds
there is an enlightening view.
and inspiration.
living dead
i watch history
on the memory box screen.
dead people living.
wet mouth
air sharp as a knife.
cold as your last thoughts of me.
dry like wet vermouth.
annus horribilis
the old sleepy year
turns its cold back towards me.
horrible anus.