Cold bites
risking infection
mucous in the air
smog falls in dirty ice cubes
onto frosted lawns

Things turn colder now
I don't know if I like it

The right hand never knows
what the left foot is up to

I am a monopoly
a collection
an assembly
a multitude

What it is
And what it seems
depends on a twist of focused dreams

Everything is like that
out there

The world

made of concrete
and asphalt flat
and plaster bushes
cement trees
rock gardens
marble sky
oceans of freezing granite

I see before me a beautiful girl
with daisies for eyes
cold sunlight shines
through golden locks
silken skin radiates

My beard itches
limbs misplaced doll parts
stuffed rudely into hastily made clothes
my feet are cold
and to wide
my head too big
with nothing inside
except my brain
but grey grapefruit matter
which sees
no sense in comforts
helplessness down pat

I walk the streets wound up
and running down
slack jawed and wide-eyed

I
walk
the streets
hips shifting
shoes smacking cold
sidewalk ankles creaking
lips smacking, chapped against
each other over worn denim, pulling
at torn sleeves with dry fingernails probe
my hands twitching switching back and forth
and back we go over and over here for now

what was I saying?