pretti escort footsteps
past the tall church eskrow
the black limbed forever hinges
of streetlights and rainkiss
in summer
the leaded panes of heroes
and dead heroines

wrap winters drifts past the sharp
block endings of dead apartment
housing
the closed up theatre that has seen
enough the nickle rails where the
seven thirty eight freight squeals
through town come morning
waking mothers junkies and miners
awake for the shifts

and the radio
advises
and guides us with
music
and weather

the snow falls
thick here
like suspicion
indifference in
every dropping
beautiful crystal

piling up
crashing down
the weight of this
little town
and all its windows
I know by heart
all the come and gone
whom played their
part

the angels drifting
with the dead
some found
some gone
and never was

we are falling
like wavelengths
like eyebrows raised
"Wass Up!"

moribound like mirrors
and smoke
the easy etch a sketch
and Ouija jokes

death a companion
in a slide
behind the smiles
the mirror flash
the dark deep black

the cold that welcomes
and never gives back