Monday, December 1, 2014

GET IN LINE

Although adrift—and feeling so skinny
in the 
big city

in the rough draft
of yet another 
year of big wind—

which is currently howling 
in—from each 
of the lost directions

on a bleary 
and frostbitten 
sketch of raw morning;

you're—frankly 
just feeling
stuck in this moment;

it can just 
be so 
freezing cold to notice—

how much like
the rest
of your hapless kind you actually are

or—might 
well be—

if only
your goddamned car

engine
would consider turning over.

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