Blanket of Snow

/

I am all right now I must be
There’s nothing left in the left of me
Or is that my right side? It must be

It’s just old dust
Debris with a history

Ah… inspiration

Each word

Surging through my guts
Because it’s nuts to me

A crazy cold perplexity

God damn it all it must be
A wind intense and gusty

You blow me away

Like a kiss from home run distance
Felt with the smack of open hands
And without any resistance

I am all left now it seems so
Packed inside a suitcase my dreams grow
Go with me alone

Take it in your desire to know
Take it nice and slow
Go into the storm

Stay warm

It snows this time of year


.
.
.
.