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

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s