Here comes the snow
he says leaning forward the snow is
it even blows the huge Japanese chimes
on the balcony the ones that scare the neighbors
into thinking
someone is stalking them in their dreams

singing where is my mind
wheeeeere is my mind
dressed like a monk
all ochre and maroon and wind horse energy

the snow’s gonna stick this time he says
stick all winter
and metamorphitall into piss colored slush
that sticks to the road your car and your eye
and it won’t go away until April
so until then he says best to hunker down
and let your brain go gush
see it in the ice water it’s swimming

Leave a comment

Filed under poetry, published work

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s