in the abstract mind
we create our worst hells
while living in peace.
Archives for February 2018
stone cold
there’s blood on the ice.
red petals on ice cold white.
romancing the stone.
be grave
gravity’s a drag
always spoiling human fight.
laughing and maiming.
murdered muse
my muse is now dead.
starved from lack of attention.
thin as my last breath.
tears in my tea
green leaves are drowning.
i hold them under water.
i slurp up their tears.
miss fortune
it’s slippery on ice.
easy to make mistakes.
lose to fortune.