MOURNING:

Again swilling back something.

Someone must be to thank.

Thinking about time,

Discontent with its speedy passing,

Its mingling with my dreams along the way.

Meddling with aspiration and assumption.

Slinking away into deep nights,
Dank dreams

Dramatically folding with the weather into,

Continuous.

Silence.

Questioning,

Wrath and wrong,

Write,

And writhing fingers.

Quick sex in the afternoon.

Long and slow,

Mornings.

©DANIEL MORTON 2011