the air is still as sweet as
unwashed arms
every face i see has a lobster
behind it
ive lost my passion for life
salt on all my food
i can hear music in my ears
back is twisted
a lovers embrace has gone cold with
summer
once again winter brings its diamond
hooks
faces twisting like platers of
weurms on lush sour fruit
that makes the eye wet
ive sleep in the snow in the filthy
soote of dreaming winter
ive lost my mind inside lust
ive made him cry ive spent my last
dime
on music, tobacco, and a poison and
a vice for each icy finger
beeping in the silence a garbage
truck singing in the stinking autumn
morning with rotten leaves decaying
on water faces
soaking with cold rain in the in the
(i can here voices of people disgusted with me,
it might be myself, my words are afraid of light)
over my mind has begun to wander
again
asleep under sad winters of lying
virgins
what love remains to be found under
the last salted slabs of miserable
snow.................................... ........