they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Saturday, December 22, 2007


outside that window
it's dark.
too dark for almost lunchtime.
and there are these raindrops
that keep hitting the glass
with sharp, determined blows.
and the wind is angry today -
at the world that looks slightly too dirty
for such a festive time of year.
and so it's blowing with determined speed.
and the forecast promises snow,
which the wind will pick up in its embrace
sprinkling it atop concrete
and oil
and everything else that makes downtown look so dingy
and for a split second
everything will appear


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