Sky felt the desideratum of bright light in the sea of darkness.
Dark nights haven’t been judgmental,
As balmy mornings have been.
Empty bottles of beer
Falling apart or falling in,
Is more killing ?
Undo the bad days,
Isn’t the choice,
Bummer past advocated.
Loathe, was wrapped in cigarettes,
Each fucking drag drugged,
Left unsolved in the chest. Happily.