Disposable Poetry

poems written on the fly

The discontent of winter

Posted by D. James on 29 January 2008

Damp clouds
like steel cotton
darken the day

Rain falls heavy
on the city

Good time
to be drunk
if only
I still drank

Maybe I should
leave town
or become
a fish

(D. James)

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