i watch the objects form in cloudy skies

a bat, a pirate ship and then her eyes

so i pound a shot down

punch

my arm and set up a new round

till me, myself and i cant concentrate



the clouds conspire to show me what i miss

her

hair, her cheeks, her lips puckered up to kiss

the wind blows

drags her nose

through her forehead like a horn grows

the omen

clear but years too late

nova scotia's so damn cold yeah

i moved here to give her space

drinking stoli to kill my

memory

theres not enough to lose her face



she poisoned our hometown

so i moved a half a world away

where frozen

winter chokes the color

leaving black and white and gray