Cut and rolled up thoughts
Smoulder on the lips, to breathe
A grey wordless smoke.

across the dull creek
a million stories unfold,
as flickering lights.

the red etch'd in love
now bleeds, as a poppy gash'd.
intoxicated.

Unsettled doth lie,
as a puddle
in a monsoon shower

the rustle drowned
in sunlight
gleaming through autumn leaves

A crumpled blank paper
An eager quill, and red ink
Yours truly