Day 4

soak in the warmth
of gentle days at home:

find happiness in small chores
in a lovers’ conversation

around one more mispercieved apocalypse
more aptly called January

Day 5

the Lord’s Day along
the World’s Great Wound

the cityscape is being erased
under the new year’s first snow

the civilization machine grinds to a halt
under a blanket of winter dreams

Day 6

it was another life, it was
that chance to hide and to play

in the snow, that trickster
so easy to buy the con

and think the world will stop
the grinding cogs: but even rusty gears

will go when lubricated
with blood and sweat and powdered bone

Day 7

under ice and snow we live
stop motion home movies

the quiet is a thick wall
through which we hear a muffled reality

the tweakers arguing between snow flakes
the absence of chemical peace

11 inches of snow makes for unreliable
drug deliveries