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?
Copyright © Kameron Coleman | Year Posted 2017
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