| I remember I recall frozen streets and ice and white and blue
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| Detritus of last night’s songs, toes so numb I wish the day were through
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| I’m never now but here somehow the details starkly true
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| This room could be off any hall that window open bright to any view
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| Still I strain to take it all in, colors all at once many and few
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| A blander panorama bleached by pasts that I once knew
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| Slender February pall no our fenders icicles that grew
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| Morning churns hungover calls operators standing by for you
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| The weather dropping off the walls, I’m buried like the truth
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| Wires tangled up they crawl through the trees that camouflage their ruse
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| Single cliche raven caws savoring the metaphors abused
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| The innocence, the wait involved before that black bird flew
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| Cancel out this awkward pause, a pseudo system shiftily pursued
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| Sitting on a couch in thaw at the mercy of mistakes accrued
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| A somewhere like the others sorely lacking in the new
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| And the droning of commuter cars
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| Hollow diners empty bars
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| A solemn show world offs itself for you
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| Escape the house that looks like all the others in a sinking mass produced
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| Towns as wide as they are tall shrinking in a dwindling debut
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| I’ve left it now but still somehow
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| I’m sitting there eroding stare
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| The blanket’s cold |