and as i look out of the window,
i see a light snow dusting,
on cobbles bathed in grey

social media has proved to be fertile ground –
for narcissism
there is an avalanche of opinion
a wealth of spotlight,

i am a shipwreck
a cruel running beck
a right handed let
a purposeful collect

hosts,
i have had plenty
but all those father figures
turned out to be empty

flights of fancy
any maybe what could have been
stir the coffee
and hold onto those milkshake dreams