there is no respite.
at least for now.
in this chaotic fistfights,
there’s a joy
of knowing that I am alive.
one day, there’ll be a blue sky over the head.
we’ll lay down on green grass
and enjoy a gentle breeze of the wind.
3.29.2023
Respite
Tag: fistfight
Hits
you can do worse,
I’ve got nothing but my bare nuckles and spine,
but I’m fine taking more hits
so try your best
what’s there to lose now?
don’t don’t those eye away from darkness my dear
there ain’t no way getting out of this.
it’s a fistfight till dawn.
so do your worst.
10.30.2021
Ralph with Coffee 