Just a temporary man, who writes poetry and listens to too much noisy music. His hobbies include salivating about glaciers destroying civilization and the cultivation of facial hair. Additionally, he generally strives to make himself as useless as possible....follow the thread back...

SHE THOUGHT I WISHED FOR “THIMBLE-WINTER”

March 2nd, 2007 by Zack

SHE THOUGHT I WISHED FOR “THIMBLE-WINTER”

this ghosttown of snowdrifts,

his white, white eyes.

there is something more

than cold in the wind, and

something less too.

snowflakes catch on his

lashes, icicles on my

moustache. last night

i dreamt i was Loge, only

out consumed by fire—only

outlied by nothing and no one.

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