Winter

Long Winter

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