Bitter
evening –
Blue light,
Steel sky.
The whole world is still,
Yet it all moves,
Coming down all
Upon my head.
If I do not move,
Then it will pile up around me,
Around my ankles,
Around my shins,
Around my knees,
Around my head –
Better to
watch all this from the OTHER side
Of the window.
Goddammit, dog,
Why do you want to be out in this?