HORRORSCOPE
I stop in and check each day on stronger forces out to play but it's tough to navigate by the stars when the sky's so grey // Looks like l've landed on the dark side of the moon / It feels like I'm stranded on the cold side of the room // It's all here to be enjoyed but this and that and then we're all annoyed enough for the gravity of the remark to strike like an asteroid // Whether it all aligns has never mattered less / There has to be some sign // Whether it's black or white and there’s another address / It has to be all right //
© MARC AINLEY / 2021