(it’s winter and the 2nd Deck dance floor is cold and empty)
on the nature of winter and of pain:
one must learn to let go of body
this blood and bone machine
or get dragged under
like all broken engines that are run,
regardless
Tag Archives: cold
Mud Bodies: December Haiku (1-3)
1. (broken haiku)
Sunday before Christmas
high water threats
gone: the cold stays
2.
Bits of snow surfing
on the bitter winter winds
on a quiet wharf
3.
These bones echo
the river’s cutting currents
this body: a mud bank
no. 55
Train whistles and the shop heater clicks
kicking on the barges move even more silent
there is one rat yet left
and here we are
boarded in behind heavy winter doors
there is talk of low water
there is talk of melted snow depending
there is talk and train whistles
and the click of the shop heater