I daily traverse
a flat terrain of logic...
Traffic light cycled
no one moved yet no one honked...
Fall asleep to find a girl in my bed;
it is not the first time she's here, yet...
Young couple with a terrier:
"Go make friends!"...
Old men are more interesting
with their souls painted...
"All her dreams have come true"
Yet in the face of this praise...
I am the winterman
no part of this desolation is worse...
Give me the blue of speed
as I race across the fields...
Sometimes you must kick
the beast or it may forget...
Much was important
things I could not do without...
When you are this sick
time collapses on itself...
Jessica always
interrupts me...