A fog tickles the sky

November 29, 2018 3:14PM

A fog tickles the sky,
A laryngitis mist all full of
Suspirations, and
Bored ghosts.

The morning is all soft and
Wheezing a cotton dream.

It’s not that we’re broken,
Not that we’re forlorn,
Just a rhythm of electricity
Trying to figure this shit out.