springs frozen in like the dogshit fields
bikes with forks jutting up
and bent tires
shopping carts in creeks bridge view
iced up

but the sun is beautiful
everythings an exotic scene
even the dead fox
with picked eyes
the raven sits waiting
for me to pass
slipping on the ice
between the rails
dress shoes
should I fall and hit
my head...
he can have mine
for a meal
its four twenty
the five thirty freight
will trundle by
all dusted and dirty
spewing its hot
tainted effort of
breath

tour of town
saw her waiting for
the bus
thompson the hustler
lived nearby
stood chatting
'u look cold'
took my brown scarf
off..she held her hair
leaned forward
jutting her neck out
carefully wound it
gentle about
she flipped her hair
back leaned back
getting cozy in its
warmth from my
body....I adjusted
the ends..tucked
them beneath the
stylish green jacket
with its faux furry
ruff...
'u look frozen..ur lips
are blue...'
she was gorgeous
an ice queen
The bus growled through
the lights and I waved her
off!

the wind blew tin cans
and plastic bottles into
traffic...a four by four
ran over one and it went
off like a bomb
I jumped and some pedestrains
cursed.

'fuck'

the pigeons on the wires cooed
shitting on the sidewalk

i was off to the library
they had a new audio
visual staffer
some north euro looking
lass....tall and stately
carefully picked out
the most raunchiest
horror vids...but she
smiled the whole time

picked up a few minutes
sipping hot coffee
in the uppidty Twiggs
burning my lip on
the coffee

i was frozen by the
time i got home
nips hurting chaffed
my legs bruised
from falling

an hour in the shower
revitalized the aches
surivived the traffic
and the breaks..

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