Excerpt From ”A Winter’s Day Underground Lovers

It was a lovers’ spat
Delicious that
But what was not said
Despite of them

The weight of memory
On a cityscape
But we’re walking on a bay (on a winter’s day)
The cityscape (on a winter’s day)
Bare bones and concrete (on a winter’s day)
Walking on the parts (on a winter’s day)
On the concrete

An odd number
The birds flew over
The church

To stay the same
She said things had to change
But the weight of memory (on a winter’s day)
I don’t want to change (on a winter’s day)
I don’t want things the same (on a winter’s day)
Still playing stupid games (on a winter’s day)
Everything’s the same same same
On a winter’s day
On a winter’s day
On a winter’s day
On a winter’s day
On a winter’s day