there’s no snow outside.
winter is forlorn and sad.
santa’s very mad.
Archives for December 2018
still burn
the day won’t begin
without the sun’s smiling face.
ruining my nightmares.
warmed cockles
twice in single night
the devil took me to hell.
twas so nice and warm.
nightmare street
does the night sleep tight
with the creatures all about?
dreaming of nightmares
highwaymen
time is an ice cube
melting in the car’s back seat.
while we go nowhere.
prowling for peace
in the dark creases.
where the solitude awaits.
like dark prowling cats.