night

Tusslin' through the dark early

winter, this winter

of excessive flix and flicks

from self-doubt comes lethargy

and little word on paper,

and little cold poems

but I've got bluetooth technology

my sister, she specializes in "flu shots"

the line on her palm cuts end to end

little difference in our morphology

I stay inside with my emu

while the words in my trove

curl up against my heat

motions

Nell za go home burg,
to and from Philly,
         
riddled with litter
I seldom cut grass either,
winter snow guarantee of
                        fatty output

Warm pie of a bed,
cold crust of the Delaware

Open the tuck
indicate the forms within me
to get out the nature,
                            it's brilliant,
                     my great masters
            called their philosophy
                            simply put

Come back
to yr sound
until no one buzzed)
if all were for kicks,
                 if it's true ?

She laughing,
with all my salt
in her mouth

to change in the city
as sudden truck revs
I made it out like a Mole

from that somber
& serious business of people

             On a Chinese
                blanket
                ice out there