spirit

between red shoulders
sit the bloodied spilt milk run.
hearts drowned in the bay.

a gnawing hunger
nibbles upon my soft soul.
soulless zombie life.

on the black ribbons
i slip through the midnight oil.
no more left to burn.

you conspire my friend
to believe conspiracies.
and that is your charm.

the bleached patch of sky
offers no glimmer of hope.
blue as my sad mood.

black ribbon to home.
leaving the farewells behind.
a changing journey.