Overdrawn

In my thoughts

I’m toasting saline

Like loners drink memorie

In unpicturesque bars.

Life is learning when to stop.

Praha

The bells make it easy
Cobblestone ache
And still wandering
But it feels like
You're being led.

Walk scrape shuffle
Built translucidates
Bluing soften
Aging smoothed
Cycle to last.

The sky makes it smooth
Filling the corners
Of my carnivore heart
Carnivore, lapidovore, somnovore

Devour St. George the dragon
Wencelas devoured the poor
Ate them cold
Until they were warm again
Cold Gothic stones come sacred mulled wine.

Walking makes me vast
Where was I if not
In these cobblestone continents
Unseen pastel nouveau
Huddling across the parsecs.

Tempovore, and I am vanished.