piratecat

With a Bang.

My mouth contains the taste of late evening stolen sleep and the wrong brand of cigarettes. Ive been hibernating for two days. Sixty degree January weather wasted away on a thirty year old couch. Movies and marathons galore. I had wanted to feed the squirrels, lounge on a park bench and write springtime poetry. The rain came and energy to punctuate a sentence put itself out in the ashtray.



and now for a squirrel.