all storm showers and dark and the threat of more / this the lonely hours / the early hours / if I still drank I’d stop off for a beer and a shot and welcome them / the lonely hours when the bar lights begin to dwindle as dying stars / on a night when faith alone holds the stars undying above / far from the reckoning rain
Tag Archives: night
Day 132, 2023
[No, not ghosts, per say…]
out of 3 AM wharf shadows
the haunted wander, then return
taking the form of scrub trees
by the exit ramp.
Day 111, 2023
the witching hour is 4 am
currents winding round the abstract hours
marked by uninvented clocks
says to self, self this is an apology
for mistaking ye as human
in the sense of that abuse called time