Monday, February 18, 2013

Wind Sheer Poem

Sting of cheeks
blasted by harsh wind sheer,
while all the bits of Brooklyn
swirl into space.
Hash tag "hurt" hash tag "ugh."
Then a wobbly block,
then a big baby feeling
of cold and ache and all that.
Curl up somewhere with a view
of a lucid ice map calculated
by degrees. A hissing radiator
tuned to f sharp. A planet
of harsh stuff. Just a spoon
full of sugar helps the winter go down.
Winter go down.


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