delusion lemonade (tanka)

another year dead
another dread come to pass
another dashed hope
as you drift to sleep you wretch—

make lemonade tomorrow

What I’m Reading:

“But those were good days … and now like everything else, the cigarettes and the wine and the cock-eyed sparrows in the half-moon, it’s all gone. A sorrow heavier than tar. Goodbye, goodbye.”

— Charles Bukowski / On Writing