I the spiritless animal in a cold urban forest,
snow-treading through for the horn-throwing
knuckle-shaving
glass-blowing
light-showing of a place
in a town of a city in a country of a world in a stretch of stars they call milk
then pain, tears, stretch marks and wrinkles, alcoholism, guilt, moderation within annihilation, coming out now for the big scenes, the big show of it all.