there's ice all around
but i feel so warm inside
guessing the temperature

reflecting the night
the ice was blue and black
with stars, maybe


later


reflecting my flight
my bum is black and blue
enlarged, maybe

just after sunset
the smokestacks criss the crosses
of the clouds

the sky and the water
deep grey and indivisible:
a fool's horizon

i am the movement
reflecting on the water
clear, deep, and still

the sky is a salmon
that is leaping
into the water

i shuttered my lights
and stretched up to the night
my hand like a cloud on the stars

i have better things
to do than wait twenty minutes
she ejaculated

thick as midnight
in the middle of the sky
the moon is smack dab

white coated and cold
he doesn't know it snowed
outside the hospital

seagulls can fuck themselves
all the blinds are shut
dull headache

cold today
in this space
i occupy