THIS ONE ON ME

 Moved down the corridor

the last door on the right

Skimmed through the keys

hand trempling

but stepped inside.....

A dark window overlooking him

Hobbled over it

Green ribbon of a park.

Paper moments

contaminating scene

rusty and stiff

A sized hexagon

He removed the tube

The frame was a

rectanglle of glass

but reflecting brand glass

Tipped the foamy glass

Snatched it.....

Settled into a dark bronze column.

a medicinal smell

cheap whisky

An echo swigged the whisky.

Drill hole eyes

pulled a face

Rain lightly drum on

windows.

Was lashing down in slanted ice sheets.

The rain was lashing down

In slanted ice sheets.

Swiping at nothing

fumbled blindly.

The fog of booze behind eyeballs

listening to dead air

Dark framed portraits

Musty smell of old money

Dragonflies.