Sometimes. . .

sometimes february falls
delicately into march
and the snowflakes
dance contentedly on
your eyelashes
and burn up
inside the hot interior
of the purring car
at the curbside.

 
sometimes life
tugs on your collar
and beckons you with
a simple crooked finger
near a lonely streetlight
into the shadows.

sometimes,
hope is not enough
when
there is no desire.

sometimes,
eyes are anguished
in the ashen face
of a dead God.

sometimes,
moonlight offers no
comfort
in desolation.

unhappiness
burns down
to the filter over
my brain.

nerves tingling.

sometimes,
everything is never enough.

sometimes,
be silent.

+ akm.