All the world's a bed
November: Ahem
Frantic fast cold-walking around snow-strewn dead black streets. darker at night because light lingers despite lack of sun. Behind obelisk tower over nothing stars staring the only eyes caring dead sympathy for dead. Constellations made up drifting out of connect-the-dot books, children ignorant of it. whiskey to warm, that again. mistake. too much, too little a hard mixture. A dance down south a shiver up here forget the steps slip on ice, cracks, snow drifts laughing off the wind back around where it started. gray clouds, kidding not time to stop the sun not yet, give em a little something hallucination something as big as the sun shrugging off its warmth for light and giving nothing in the stead.
phew i'm alive but paranoid. snow-death buried in the car sudden poweroutage foodshortage locked in homes, not likely, ignore it, not rational, people will say your crazy you're not. First burst broken quartz, float down nice like ballerinas, not at all, find a better metaphor when teeth aren't shattering, must have proper e-nun-ci-a-tion. Grass stops giving, stand up straight let's get a spike in the shoe. melt mud, not yet wait. wait til the cold lets up, can't have comfort on all sides. Makes spoiled children of us all. ice or mud or ice that's not ice waiting to soak your socks. step lightly heel-toe.
Frantic fast cold-walking around snow-strewn dead black streets. darker at night because light lingers despite lack of sun. Behind obelisk tower over nothing stars staring the only eyes caring dead sympathy for dead. Constellations made up drifting out of connect-the-dot books, children ignorant of it. whiskey to warm, that again. mistake. too much, too little a hard mixture. A dance down south a shiver up here forget the steps slip on ice, cracks, snow drifts laughing off the wind back around where it started. gray clouds, kidding not time to stop the sun not yet, give em a little something hallucination something as big as the sun shrugging off its warmth for light and giving nothing in the stead.
phew i'm alive but paranoid. snow-death buried in the car sudden poweroutage foodshortage locked in homes, not likely, ignore it, not rational, people will say your crazy you're not. First burst broken quartz, float down nice like ballerinas, not at all, find a better metaphor when teeth aren't shattering, must have proper e-nun-ci-a-tion. Grass stops giving, stand up straight let's get a spike in the shoe. melt mud, not yet wait. wait til the cold lets up, can't have comfort on all sides. Makes spoiled children of us all. ice or mud or ice that's not ice waiting to soak your socks. step lightly heel-toe.