Winter is a hangover and I am its wretch. I drank months too many bottles of sunshine. Look at me now. Wind sweeps ache straight through empty flesh to bone. Desperate fatigue: I can’t form a thought or accomplish a thing and I can’t see why I should because I can’t see the light. Just gray, gray, gray and it goes day, day, day. My brain’s all fogged like the shit I can’t defrost off my windshield, and these days I can’t see at all.
I fail to listen
to every note given
sounding winter’s drink
Inchoate 