i read between lines
thoughts from great philosophers.
and still they are dead.
drunk nights
night drools sloppily
from a day’s long, wet bender.
slurring darkest thoughts.
kindred kindling
a sliver of hope
can burn into forever.
kindled in the heart.
slow snow
a divot in snow
from a lucky rabbit’s toe.
and the fox should know.
lesson here
the joker now grins.
tapping his fingers templed.
i’ll teach them lessons.
trumpeting arrogance
we played the trump card.
put a fox in the hen house.
lost the avant garde.