The discontent of winter

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 29 January 2008 at 4:10 am

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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