Black coffee and nihilistic contemplations.
Bitter mornings cold and clouded by
An evening stripped of dreams, begging sunrise
To hesitate and give me one more hour in the grey.
Disconsolate and jaundiced pages yet unwritten.
Surfeited pens and ink that doesn’t run
But bleeds the lines together nonetheless.
And when I finally wake to write the nightmare
All that I can do is fall asleep again,
Terrified and lucid,
Building these chimeras like mistaken icons of a dryer day.
#paris #france #notredame