Words, thoughts split into dreamt up
lives, discovering the night in the catacombs
of your mind. Say it out loud, what you desire
where are you going on this cold night?
Writer in San Francisco, CA

I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness
Words, thoughts split into dreamt up
lives, discovering the night in the catacombs
of your mind. Say it out loud, what you desire
where are you going on this cold night?