icicles sliding full
don’t ask for change
pocket’s got nothin’ but moths
(what a shame!)
Tag: change
poem: facts in my face when I’m staring down empty
facts in my face when I’m staring down empty
hoping for something to change
what’s gonna happen when nothing transpires?
home, just like cows, on the range
turn my fat belly to steaks
a greater contradiction
expressed indifference
what could be a greater contradiction
the first of December and he’s in his Christmas sweater
yesterday, rain, today, strong sun
tomorrow, who can say, save those who stay informed
on running loops with tiny changes
plusses minused, damaged brainses
who’s to choose the loose exchanges?
