Thu
Dec
4
Winter in Brooklyn
Grinding teeth and we’re all just bone,
skeletons wandering sidewalks alone,
breathing smog to cages of rib
grasping rocks with sinewed limbs
cursing time while it steals our words
and closing eyes dream of blacker birds
all souls sing in the dead of night
the air composed of collective cries
if only hope would take us flight
if only love would give us light
emptiness, hollowness, a breeze blows through
and holes grow gaping while I reach for you
gone from my sphere and you’ve taken some skin
winter grows colder. Where have you been?
street lights seem brighter at night in the snow
as winter seeps through me all blistering slow
This season is lonely without you, friend.
