April showers and unseasonal snow have turned last autumn\u2019s leaves to stems and mud.
Droplets in my beard and the spray of salt whet my appetite for a seaside treat.
Black sand under my nails is like a manifestation of yesterday\u2019s social media chatter.
Irritating like the effect the bobbing of the boats on the violent spring tide.
The door bangs from a through draft.
The sound of drums for my next song.
A woosh of smoke comes from an open window
Leaving an aroma I can\u2019t describe.
The breakwater serves its purpose but one day will be breached.
The gas bubbling up from a leak of international importance.
The sand turns to glass in the heat.
The glass melts like the ice that I didn\u2019t ask for in my drink.
I feel cold and it is getting dark.
Less hair under my cap each day
No consequences for me but we will all face what is coming.
More rain and a swell wall of water washing away our past and all of our misdemeanours.
Not cleansed but destroyed.
A hollow shell of our former selves.
I pick up a stone from the beach to keep
But that thievery will kill the hardy trees that line the cliff here.
I feel empty at night.
For all the soft power
Only the brittle and broken remain.
Gone are my dreams tonight.
Gone are my dreams tomorrow.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
April showers and unseasonal snow have turned last autumn\u2019s leaves to stems and mud. Droplets in my beard and the spray of salt whet my appetite for a seaside treat. Black sand under my nails is like a manifestation of yesterday\u2019s social media chatter. Irritating like the effect the bobbing of the boats on the … Continue reading Ice Cap Suicide<\/span>