That bubble of a moon is
playing peek-a-boo behind
the wispy night sky.
Confirming to me
everyone\'s lunacy.
Words stick to the
roof of my mouth
like peanut butter.
It could have been
a better world,
I should have been a
better man.
January snowflakes
are like guilt falling from
the sky.
little frozen starfish...
cold and raw on
the soul, and tongue.