Mekong Delta Blues

All the late-night half-baked free associations that's fit to print.


Bundled in winter wool nerves
Laughter a scarf to keep her warm
And scars she yearns to obscure
Are only too apparent.
Profligate moves soothe unease
In a moment of weak-kneed impairment.
Urges stirred induce action
A frenzy, an endless cloudburst.
Crude youth will be her undoing.