dim cheap street light
white frosting thick and rich spreads over grey green immersed side-walk
salty caramel glazed man dips his weight into cracking slabs, talking to himself.
blood red helmet- a bell jar on his head- a kind fellow on his mind. well there is a dog on the facing side- stares, murmurs and cries.
could a dog discern this man's pain over bright yellow peaks of snow, instinct driven sensations...
he is upset, i tell ya- leers and weeps.
all the other dogs they lick the frosting with their angry tongues, forgetfully tasting their own pink flesh. tasty obsessions.
this kind fellow cracks the frosted jar with cries of his kind.