A Moon Worn As A Shell
A down-on-his-luck jazz pianist wanders through dim alleyways.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
wintered bones
through three thick blankets and a throw
I count my ribs by touch and know
it snows black silhouettes of snow,
my eyes then solarize and close.
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