chagall
august spilled all over me
you dared
silent, scared, tired
sweat-hugging brows
and frowns.
simplicity shut their mouths
sorry ,
when I hit your car
I’m sorry,
for stealing your star.
september fell over
october hit hard
winter lasts
for days
and flickerings
and sounds of neighbours warming their feet
hair falls from trees
wine goes down
throats get stuffed.
sailing on a subconscious midnight stream
let’s waste our time in spring
and come back to life in yet another nap
look at the ceiling
it’s august again.