Monday Night

Knuckles seeming white

Forlorn

Minutes sleeping on the dash

Idle mind abides

Days flow quicker living silenced

When dormance is unbroken

Flat lines awake the will to call

Walk in far off margins

No dot can sway this

Lace thoughts with codeine

Numb lines sooth briefly

Lace thoughts with codeine

Numb lines sooth briefly

Impose the question when white rooms have taken

It stays