Significant Bullets
Standing outside tonight
in the dark
the sound of some poor fuck
scraping snow
behind a long fence
seems to fit my mood
perfectly
With the invisible slush clouds
up there looming
& my nerves lighting cigarettes
melting
down here
Where she hints at leaving
again
requiring my madness
to dabble in patience
The moon’s sanity already surrendered
The old fuck behind the fence
keeps scraping
A nervous squirrel freezing its nuts off
I guess that’s life
Multiverse Johnson 