A ****** bandage For wounds unseen. Brief relief, or a Bottled conversation. Creativity, Bravery, Violence. One grape. Welches today, but given time, Enlightenment.
It's bitterly cold, And my breath trails behind me Like an industrial smokestack. I take a greedy gulp, And warmth penetrates my chest Like new love's first kiss. Happy Ballantine's Day.
Houses dot the hill like chicken-pox, Where cedars once stood Tall and proud. Don’t scratch! You will only make it worse. Soon enough they will go away.