Alison Lanning


Legs shift in raw ice
I conquer sadness
While your body blankets
Over the oceanic bedspread
Peaceful never had a name
Until it met the slumber
Of a drunken man who
In his dreams, lives
In hazen false memories
He’s doing better lately
Drinks his heart until he
Feels less wooden
Hooded like Robin
The brave hero of a story
Never told, unfold the
Past, it’s silent
What’s done is done
Until you drink it all
Away, what’s done is dead
To me, destroy your regrets
Shake away the pain
But I still want to see
Something left of you
Take what’s left of me.