a dense fog, a coming frost. cracked continents crumbling
like crushed ice in a cheap fountain drink.
hopes and dreams hollowed out into eerie jack-o-lanterns.
a bitter, expensive pill to swallow.
five things I can see.
convulsions. a heartbeat, your arms:
four things I can feel.
freeway noise, tears and static.
three things I can hear.
tangerine peels and cool night air.
two things I can smell.
one thing I can taste.
a calm, but how long?
but a few restless hours
til the inevitable cruel dawn.