These 4 walls, the only friends
The hours tick away, but swelling
Winter, hurry — freeze my blood.
Sweating through these supine steps,
           I'll stumble on.

A/C buzz, electric hum.
The room lit yellow, bathing jaundice.
          Fante & Hamsun.
     Folding pages, scratching dog ears.
          furrow brows.
     "**** this color paint."

     "**** the Summer."
         I say it, always.

4 new walls, my only friends.
The seconds boil away, but slowly.
Solitude, please freeze my blood.
Snowfall in my reptile dreams,
               all serpentine

Heater hum, alone again
Wish they wanted my chanting voice, now.
Footfalls hustle. Frozen, crunching.
Clothed in funerary coat
          The wine explodes.

Shake this thrumming midnight buzz,
and rooms lit dimly, sweating blizzards.
          Trudge & debate Blake —
     —use my degree for ******* something.
                    Shoulders hunch.
           "Just me. In falling snow."

"Tyger Tyger, burning bright—"
    
                      Here I stand, a dwindling flicker—

"In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fires of thine eyes?—"

        —I can barely see tonight. And thicker lines
                            have failed to lead me home.

Alone.
And kindred with the cold.