no commento
off the record
a giant scratch
adds character
off the wagon
remains of last nights wine
going down fine
on cloud nine
afternoon comes and goes
five bells
the wind shifts
skies darken now
rain aroma in the air
flashes and rumbles
night crashes on the couch
after emptying my fridge
o say I can’t see
the dawn’s early light
is too bright
for these half-mast eyes
uninvited stranger
at the door
tapping on the windows
stay out of sight
top priority