Sunday, February 13, 2005

on being hypothetical

on this night
snow falls / again
the ground is covered
smoothed / clean


the cherry tree's branches
are trimmed in white lace
of the coldest kind
mother death lace /

suddenly the black invisible of the nite
becomes visible /


snow plow scrapes by / 3 times
clear the road / / make the way safe to drive

i am contented to sit & watch it through the
window / fear of sliding creates a home body






a line is between us / / / one of formidible strength









too dark / too sad / no imagination
i too am locked in side this ever pervasive
never end ing / oh look / the snow falls again

winter / isn't shy / winter doesn't care




the urge to smoke is strong / hands creep away
slow lee / wander off /
& brain for gets / where it's been / where it's going



& talk about ambiguous / i like the part where the words
fall in a line / association becomes mean ing less








& one wonders if the snow will melt tomorrow
or if the big freeze will come again
moon is a mere crescent / whitest finger nail

thin & cold / bright against the sky / flush
between the stars / big dipper / oh what's that
w in the north sky / can never remember the constellations

but those stars are imprinted / marked in side dna /
the cross @ the back of my eyes / layed out
in small galaxies on my finger tips
some thing about being nothing but star dust / /
ashes / i will only be bits of bone & bitter

what happens when old sol swells up / eating us
up / / slow lee cooking terre firma / crisp
ashes / / a cloud of / galatic memory


& maybe a comet will hit us / / or we'll use
up all the H2O / nothing left for anyone

what will become of my children / my future
ancestors / / what will happen to my bones
















oh hypothetical questions / i know

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