Ice is
Broken glass on the ground
Cold cuts deep and sharp
Skins cracks
Winter days won over by gray
Sunshine is
Elusive and deceitful
Our winter will be hard
A day of tough dirt and
Frozen mud
Snow layers, scrape
Hard work pays off
Long-distance
I hinted at her
My winter cat scurries
And splintered casket
A withered basket
Of fruits, bad figs
Mad wigs worn by lovers
Worn by smothering
Torn up mothers who
Scorn all others
My body shivers and
Quivers as quick
While livers made sick pass
Whiskey and brandy and barley-wine
Hardly is there time enough to
Fill you in
In fact, it might kill you and
Do you in
Screw you in solid
Tight, bud squalid
Pallid, but flush
Distant, but touching and
Reaching and blushing,
Rushing and creaking and
Speaking and crushing
Across a distance and
Strung up by wires
Tiring fireside chats hiding liars
A flat man and woman who,
Lit by their faces,
Run stationary races
Stable places
Horses run, faceless
A shotgun hospital is baseless
Longer distance erases
