On The Edge Of Twilight.

The souls of coffee beans

evaporate in the air,


apparent for a brief moment

on the edge of twilight,

pulling me along for the ride;

so easy to despise one’s self at four

in the morning as the smoke

from a cheap cigar

dances with the Mersey mist

and allows you to believe that Time

is ready to pull you apart.


Ian D. Hall 2017