A Solitary Consciousness

Snowflake… Deep winter Ex………...hale Into thick night sleep While autumn, intoxicate, Dreams drunk Dizzily bubbles with old fruit, long ferment Veiled under frosty top, Poppity pop pop! …Huzza! Faintly, two flakes, float and flutter On east current Sibir born Sleeping land, Tatar fire Divinely hewn, it must be, Without duplicity They are, each other Mirror made, gentle Caress, each atom flicker Old memory, form On cold corners Oblivious miracle Descend …Into havoc spaces Lightly hover Over f-bomb diphthongs Tattooed knee-cap, death trap Nipple ring, two prongs Bentleys for Ladas Stolich in the Pradas Thumpin’ old school Molotov drop shots …two flakes therein touch on tongue tippity tip! small child glees ruddily radiant under broken symphonies consumes inwardly miracle silence falls in to u .