& rich in the unplumbed metro where rubber's
glued to walls lit with florescent flickers
choked by cascade perspective there's
a feline famine screaming to be
seen here, standing stationary
among left off carry-on &

one speeding ticket later it still seems like
i pressed jesus through my lips with
a hot iron. took a baby step over &
out of maternity, fraternity brothers
watching like bookies, hanging up
with weatherproof pay. certainly
uncertain verdicts were tossed to
my refrigerator door left open
from midnight snacks,
she bites back.

the snow gives me premature wrinkles.
too many sheets of ice hit me in the
face from speeding semi trucks &
such an untouched tie was ours,
knotted in a trip to the dentist.
the like, a dislike for friction
too fast & water lukewarm at
best, put in a kaleidoscope,
you on one end: with me,
looking in.

it's snowing again

& your highway hips don't have
enough bend to salivate my
mouth. i can't moisten the
whetstone & this only
gets duller by the
train ride.