- Derek Earl Houghton

- Oct 2, 2025
- 1 min read
it is craziness of the heart
It’s been said.
Vanishing.
Leaving a smouldering cigarette
And four ounces of Dewars in a
A glass covered in greasy fingerprints
The catastrophe of longing.
The emotional butchery.
Served al a carte over
The hours and minutes
That pass for one’s time
It is not always clear
what the actual purpose of it all was
Derek Earl Houghton