headful of orbit

gin glows under purple lights...
so now i drink flourescent liquid
a taste for the milkyway perhaps
...life is a star, glow with me*

ringing

..."hello"
It's past twelve,
the room held silent under winters claws
"No one came,
and I am already drunk"

...click

still raining...

breathe with me...
call upon these places to write
how else can we colour what we feel
but utter words on sheets of timber
without the energy of trees