siren

calling calling calling

last

the devil’s last laugh.

Boreas’ Melody

and Boreas played his harp through the night.

Overture

and all that once was thrums in the bass, low and steady.

melody

the neighborhood’s melody plays long after i have gone.

contradictions of reality

the sane and the insane blur together into shades of gray.

melancholy waves

you wish and hope and dream and reach for something you never get.