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Night-time brings devilment. Snow and ice cover everything With a decadent sense of amour. He sings falsetto in a dark alley Plays moonbeams on his saz. He has never been here before Searching oceans for lost maps. Mists of folklore, in an afterlife, Begin to give him a bit of a kick Break brick on his sanitised spoon. A salted shilling stares back at him With love hearts, chalky, and concise.
2 thoughts on “In Search of Dragons”
It’s for the kicks and highs and for the want of being anywhere but here. Sad and difficult.
You are right, Terveen, a temporary escape. Drug, as well as any addiction, brings heartbreak. Underneath there are human beings trying to cope with difficult circumstances. Thank you for your thoughts.