Black coffee in a red mug
Shot of cognac in a glass
Bloodshot eyes
Insomnia triumphant
House with its walls shattered
Shadows of innocence
Long gone
Inner sense of distance calls
At ports where
Abandoned ships of home
Lay mothballed
Full of irony and old iron
Maidens
Look out
At the garden
Gnome that guards
The Fox
Hole into which
The ha(i)re brained rabbit
Jumped
Through the looking glass
Into which I stare
As I climb those stairs
Downwards while sipping black
Coffee and cognac