i like watching the snow against the brick
in my little corner of new york city
silent and slow
it is a watery diversion, everything ersatz
i should ration my thoughts
because today i am gobbling up the world with my eyes
then seeing you and getting scared
of jabs you're leaving, ash like red going gray
aftermath of a holocaust
permaglow of pain and love
tonight i'm so full and nostalgic
begging myself not to contact you
wishing as i grip my sheets
that again you would rock me so
grabbing your hair dark brown going gray
premature endings and beginnings
and all the flavors akin to innocence lie still on my tongue
but tomorrow down avenues i will stomp resolute
resistance necessary to combat the slush of filth
soul stinging with my face
and the heat of the stars, the cold of pluto
did someone once lie with me in some eastern european field?
look in my eyes and marvel at the potatoes?
risk quick death for a purloined sausage?
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