Please don't ask.
Where I spend Christmas
(in hand with a bottle)
Sometimes things get better.
The mocking laughter
lip twitches when
I don't find
reasonable answer
around silence game
Loneliness of guests
warm by the fireplace
Without your hands
I put whiskey in the bloodstream
For a moment, though.
immersed in lonely thoughts
I read old poems
Tonight
cricket friend
Behind the window the wind plays
in the sky light with the first star
I stayed on a dead end with a mediate finger.
Forget to erase the drink
I'm improving my hood, avoiding looking.
