Although I sit here on my own,
My lips are wet with crystal wine
Upon intoxication’s throne.
With emptiness I am alone
As blotter and my mind combine, Continue reading “Intoxication’s Throne”
Ah, winter winds how fast you run
And dance to songs the corvus sings
On gleaming frost beneath the sun,
That left the fields a shade of dun
Upon the tilt our axis brings. Continue reading “Frost”
Remember, nothing is ideal
And chant it like the faithfuls’ hymn;
A simple fact we can’t conceal!
The moment told was too surreal
Like falling snow both cold and grim; Continue reading “Nothing is Ideal”