and bang just like that
just like
just that,
groundcover snowfall awaken to powdery lightshades and slushy underfoot
snowday for two to button up and keep eyes open for snowflake patterns in palmfolds
fireplace to cocoa as scarves to mittens.

where does one start except that i wish to be done with the beginning
and then i will know how to become paper dots for the ending
why does the morning trickle trickle down into the pinhole camera of afternoon frostbite
leaving me gripping the sides of the buildings waiting for the cracks in the ceiling to notice
i miss am missed amiss and this this has been screaming underfoot to tread on watched asphalt stones
slithering clear blue skies cowering inside those clouds you too dim to taste thinly spread like honeyjam
over our whole wheat throw hands; ah ah achoo the winter is coming full force full for the only listened thrice
one for the ones who least expect
two for the ones that luck has hastened
three for the ones with a smile and a kick for the rest...

just another lightstorm

the big bang has started again
thunder rattling the windows mentioning to me that i, although alone, cannot be as long as the moon is half, half what i do not know but i , the voyeur like to guess mosttimes.
weary and hungover breathing the heat escape from the two aem mug creaking along the wooden tables scratched with circles of spilt conversations fingers trying to catch the teabag string
waiting waiting for the breakthrough waiting for a meeting of the corners inbetween the coffee shops between the lingering drops below the umbrella nights i, patient, lay under stars curling up between the blanket lines...