The seasons come and go
& the mistakes I make stay
haunting the living daylights
out of me
wheretofore
I know not why
Yet the silver moon
colours the clouds
dark grey chiaroscuro
Eyes
bewildered
stare
seconds pass by
and a yesterday
is and will be indescribable as we speak
For the fuckers to enjoy
a past
whose present brings
like when I see my neighbor’s lips
all red & shit
stepping down the stairs
whilst
I ignore it.