David Ross (dyvyd) wrote,
David Ross
dyvyd

The Wreck of February

Reckless rhymes
for reckless times,
while thought and matter
turn on dimes,

All elements
end up in fire,
cognate of
the dark desire

To burn with
knowledge
deep

January
turned a liar,
proving not
the worthy friar

And like a Hatter,
lost in chatter,
just moved
down one
seat

Vain
snow
repeats

A cold
wind blows
its blackened
flakes
beneath my
feet

And now
it  enters
to my core,
explores
its hollow
bore

Like
some
triumphal
beast
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