On top of the roof
In the middle of winter
The neighbors complain
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On top of the roof
In the middle of winter
The neighbors complain
The neighbors complain
that dog howling on midnight
calling the werewolf
calling the werewolf,
to slay the dreary rutine
affections of dream
affections of dream
condensate in morning dew
but fancies linger
but fancies linger
in a whiff of perfume left
on a creased white shirt
On a creased white shirt
the dust begins to gather
for all that remains
for all that remains
We hold rage We bide time and
threaten tomorrow
Threaten tomorrow
with dark, heavy womb-like clouds
ready to burst free
ready to burst free
behind the rusted floodgate
cubic tons of tears
cubic tons of tears
cries out from my decisive
poems; a kleenex
poems; a kleenex;
a pen; a paper shredder;
a lost persona
A lost persona
becoming invisible
and fading away
and fading away
like white horses galloping
to the unconcious
to the unconscious
my thoughts diverge and swell up
to that, child's thought
to that, child's thought
rosy bloom of innocence-
angels in disguise