Dearest Whitey
reflected flickering street light woke me signaling first arrival
false morning I hardly care since cold clean air is here
many avoidance sissies evacuate south and west
a seasonal disrespect
not me, old man winter
your chilly touch suits only inner seekers
seeing your hell bent breath keep out some riffraff
along with killing neighborhood lawn mower noise
I daydream of sabotaging fat asses riding motorized sledding toys
watch me gracefully ski by
while rhythmically pulling your arm out the socket
wonder why she just won't fire bottle of booze hidden pocket
heed this warning it may sound stark
winter is for quiet healing and wolves own all trails
when lost in dark.
Day Gun
