My day will come as my last breath expressed Turns to crystal in winter. Unable to inhale ice It runs away from me Melting in streams down to The curb, mixing with Every other breath In the heavy frozen season. Here in the past We remain flowing Opaque as ice sheets Over beds of open
Target bit off my new wristwatch.
Shattering the crystal and tearing
Teething on the leather wrist strap
I contend it’s a collar holding back
The hounds of Hell the authoritative barks
Commanding I take a seat.
The light of reason
On the most alluring