Jeff Can Blog

October
Jeff Klepper

The cold is back
The winds do stir

The method is maddening, madness is her

Devils populate where they do best
Deep inside of each woman’s welcoming breast

The blood is ice
The veins are hard

We have arrived at this semi-sweet post-modern boneyard

Banshee’s dance in the fogs heavy cough
As we inch closer to our looming undercroft

Idle misty moons
Misery’s melted eye
Reminds the soul to breathe
Just before we die