Sitting at a place

Sitting on the spot

Where I once died
Looking over the edge
A coyote carcass decomposed
Empty sockets stare
The fog flows over the valley
Like a wall of water
Comes over the road silently
Engulfing everything in its path
Soon everything is covered in a London fog
Tree branches appear to be floating
Cars drive by mere feet away
Tires on pavement
Coming so near
Lights then they are gone
The sounds return to silence
And madly loud
The hooves of a dear meander by
Pray sniffs the coyote and is also gone
Shadows floating in the fog
Prophetic words in picture frame
The grayness drifts on
Stories remain rambling rumors
Forty five minutes freezing
Head strapped down
Tight to a board

Have you been drinking?

No

Have you been drinking?

No

Have you been drinking?

No

You cannot go to sleep!

The light burns!!!

So quiet

I need sleep


       Wake up!

                Wake up!

                         Wake up!