Broken landscapes of memory
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in digital linguistic imagery;
a plethora of snapshots,
emotions and half-thoughts:
for your reading displeasure,
this threnody of small measure.
Slow and gloomy winter nights,
window gazing at city lights;
low in spirits, high on death,
time spent wasted until last
A lively snowman and his castle,
standing alone on patches of
lifeless brown December grass;
its autonomous melting kingdom
makes me smile sadly as I pass.
The slush-filled streets now silent,
and late-night neon quite violent;
stars twinkling behind clouds dark,
homeward bound through the frozen park.