Trigger Warning
All that last winter,
was spent transfixed.
In the death wish,
for an Armageddon.
Bathed in sweat,
deja vues sprout
in shades of blue
at an eyes’ corner.
He’s not quite sure
that he is a half wit
but he stays stuck
in those memories
of old movie shows.
But he knows damn well,
a change can do no harm.
He will have a ball;
he will put an end
to the strange habit
of storing flat cola
in old battered jars.