Saturday, October 15, 2016

Smudge

Humidity peaked
New high score
Perspiration on the windows
left behind window scribble sigils
I heart U
it read
said
to no one in particular

Looking at it now
tough to say who left it there
Another fleeting testament on pane of glass
waxing while waning faster than the blast
Real memories never last
Where ever you are dear window writer, I love you too

Tough tittes telling those sleepless few
to call a truce
Make good with the great arms of subconscious peace
Admit defeat

The fine line you drew
Another bottle of wine mostly imbued
wile sprinklers play early morning tunes
Shitfire we are a mustard gas dumpster fire

Isn't life grander without a plan?
Would you like another can?

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