night will chill, and so the moon
stems the flowers in full bloom.
cloudy cutting snow and sleet
gives limit to your cautious feet.

a crystal forms in my viscera,
I hurl it, swirling, in terra,
on hooded folks dodging one another,

visiting granite graves whose flowers don't stand a chance
where scuffs struggle to uncover through hermetic blanche
a single patch to scratch my last,
and finally retreat en masse.

you think inside your slated rows,
away from freezing steel and sodium glow,
my fingers will fall away.

I am in the fog that coats your spectacles,
I am in the smirking glance it conceals,
I am in the chariot that thaws you through,
and so
are you

I am surrounded.
Sometimes it is comforting,
My joys compounded
By the presence of friends
And equipment and papers.
But it can be crippling
And I am made later
As my drive to drive becomes harder to find.

The sun is beginning to set
Earlier than I'd imagined.
I glance at the bottom corner to check
But it's coming right on time.
All the things I said I would do
Remain undone. The capsules,
scrawls, clearing, animals,
How have the hours become so few.

a drop in my vision, a field obscura
it's as clear as the shade of your mascara
seismic proximity and i'm growing limnic I
can't help but skim the shards I trimmed to
where I can't begin

she was with you in the tiles
my cheeks tore at your custom smiles
rascal rolling among the red and the black I
know there's a reason Lib pinned you down
what whisker sensed your gold

never to infinity or to zero
but if it tends
the tenderness will never grow

when I felt of you the thousandth time
and kept me guessing in my rime
grab my lapels and make me ruby I
would be Faust for a hypocaust
please just let me in

I'm sure I will be ruined for a while
but in the end
my friend for you it's worth the miles