Cool morning- after-snow.
Two crows fret on a sloped roof.
Screaming. Bricks and pots seem new.
Old life blues.
Temperature- a malfunctioning lift- drops.
Confetti settles on metal domes-
Submerges this sombre day-break. January
Black-hole of the year
A galaxy of despair. Dissolute
Under sharpened air.
Ceramic rain hammers.
Cashmere sweaters hang swept on wet lines
Tormented by tons of rotting element.
Hands hardened- cracks forming.
Flower boxes glimpsing their gold-greens.
On pure-amphetamine snow-blooms
Huge factories of ice-haze fume.
Machinery of the seasons-
Its gears creaking.
Cogs seizing from a lack of sun.
Primeval weather thieving
The soft town's last browns run.