Ice cold rain dripping down
the bathroom floor, the chairs
on the balcony empty and
grey grey clouds over the ocean
impede her going out sides always
November means gray rain
and unrest, a coldness as a
distance from him, them,
the palm trees at least not waving
breaking the sky, into disarray her
thoughts will travel disquietly
unappreciated and loved
in the dark in an empty room
in the light surrounded by
happy goodbyes. Fall.

Kicked to the curb
Like yesterday's garbage
Didn't think it could
Get any worse
But even the trash truck
Wouldn't take me
It just rolled on by

Alarm summoning heavy body unwillingly rises. Water burning flesh as it washes away tears.

Your lips start
quivering, when I touch your
intimate aura.

My defence was
always neat, not to be
misled in half-light.

Why do we suffer
in the hands of the unknown,
when we know the ending?

I can’t rightly say
what’s gone wrong
when I try writing
on these long nights
my words all suffocate
like lightning bugs
in a moonshiner’s jug.