Smudge

Humidity peaked New high score Perspiration on the windows left behind window scribble sigils I heart U it read said to no one in particular Looking at it now tough to say who left it there Another fleeting testament on pane of glass waxing while waning faster than the blast Real memories never last Where ever you are dear window writer, I love you too Tough titties telling those sleepless few to call a truce Make good with the great arms of subconscious peace Admit defeat The fine line you drew Another bottle of wine mostly imbued wile sprinklers play early morning tunes Shitfire we are a mustard gas dumpster fire Isn't life grander without a plan? Would you like another can?