W indows do ors walls and carpets chairs tables and flo wers bread wine
bu tter and jam fries meat beans and all spices.
i 've l ost the taste of these things for two we eks now.
i'm just waiting for a cup of dirty snow.
airports railroad stations highways streets and foggy lines.
traffic lights cars and planes boats bicycles and walkers.
now i'm wondering blind in the city.
I'm surrounded by towers made of dirty snow.
faces ears and bellies backsides legs fingers and feet.
sweat tears dripping bodies parties someone is fucked up.
now i'm quiet in this snow snowy country.
i'm hanging on until i am old just older than now