12-25-07

[Shem]

The only god born for me this day
Is the specter of loneliness
Born of betrayal, solitude and whisky
He haunts me like a shadow
Plagues me like a bad dream.

[e_dog]

me
i'm so lonely
even the whisky
won't keep
company.

somewhere
out in the night
she does this or that
probably she sleeps
dreaming this or that
now.

time is a cascade
no river, time.

somewhere out in the
night she sleeps
doing this or that.
time.

[Arcadia]

I breath these elegiac-airs
always present
(soon or later)
in these days.