Snow glows like moonlit tears.

Smoke halos caress wild children.

I often think the moon glows with a serpentine smile.

Only savages live with vacant securities.

Dust cloud angels stain the frozen melodies.

If they invited you in could you risk losing the day?

Wander Haight and squander your fixes.

Haloed sinners purge peace from smoke and snow.

How now, dear friend, are your rich man's worries?

Toil relieves turmoil when smoke and song share.

Demons and devils to the ordinary man's struggles.

Only angels share fumes and folly to give us spring's bloom.


Not every able young man will last the winter.