there was
a fool
melancholy
as the
ice rained
down outside
sitting
quietly on
couch as
bittersweet
romances
spill out in
the candlelight
shadow theatre
playing on
the walls
so calm
except for
the high
pitch ringing
the cold
causing the
bands to
constrict
around his
chest
the ice falls
he is falling
the same
sensation that
snaps you
awake
but with a
vertiginous
knowledge
he is still
yet inexplicably
he can feel
every stutter
in the earth’s
wobbly rotation
as the cars
ricochet on
black ice
highways of
melancholia
yearning
to scream
unable to pry
his foolish
mouth open
or so it seemed
hard to tell
as the ice
rains down
where the
frozen
wasteland
ends and his
melancholic
dreamshatter
begins