there are two warm unopened beers in my office.
I can't remember last ire.
secrets in lighthouse battles.
I am corrupted.
Everything can be so simple.
but more often it is not.
I spilled simple coffee on myself this morning.
Like a little clock,
calling ticks,
life sets its spiteful run,
just in time to tell.
Letters and drawings.
Her roof misses my shoes.
It might just be another sky.