06-22-2014, 12:28 PM
Been juggling the bones of this too long.
Derailed
A morning stretch,
through malaise,
hung over,
recounting:
a derailed night,
spent wading,
in deep brown eyes,
bottomless stout
and chocolate fountains.
I lost my train of thought,
at least
three
stops
before that dark decadence.
Somewhere in that dark,
I lost my train of thought.
Derailed
A morning stretch,
through malaise,
hung over,
recounting:
a derailed night,
spent wading,
in deep brown eyes,
bottomless stout
and chocolate fountains.
I lost my train of thought,
at least
three
stops
before that dark decadence.
Somewhere in that dark,
I lost my train of thought.