Significant Bullets


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

With the invisible slush clouds
up there looming
& my nerves lighting cigarettes
down here

Where she hints at leaving
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

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