Let the Words

heavy legs, empty mind an incandescent bulb burns quietly three books open at random hundreds of pages unread already written rain, ice slush, days overlapping, gray sheets wrapping every awakening a life that's been emulsified thick and bland let the routine of breath begin again

turn them over again in the abrasive light remember what you are squalor and stupidity hobbling round for one last smoke a slow burn will only kill you later