January 1 I’m watching the snow fall-in off Great Lake Erie She’s bleary-eyed, racing across her crater blindly bashing onto the shore, relapsing, groaning, orgasmic insatiable, deathly Snowy apparitions gather ominously along the rim of the hovered gray Earth like Sitting Bull’s legions of Braves at the Little Bighorn The snow raises its razors edge to a glint against the retreating Winter Sun.. like the last breath of a struck matchstick trailing off through the brooding clouds The war-Cry of the galewind’ curdles the blood of the naked forest, the tiny hearts tremoring under the taut skin of the snare herald the conqueror the lights of the town are smothered by the suffocating weight of our fear & desperation the tiny barbs of snow chase straight through the iron lung of brick and mortar bungalows huddle we, hands wrapt ‘round steaming mugs of Poirissimo-white tea burying our silent heads in books of grave poetry
Posted on: Fri, 02 Jan 2015 01:24:48 +0000
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