sleet patting on the taxi window
AM crackle of soukous on radio
the sex-salted lips
mile end and big beers spilled in snow
when leaves fell on our faces
pointe pizza home to
trains and slides and black coated monkey children
and a dark spindle over the parking lot
bright lights on twin church spire
and i'm dry and weak and drunk
and the year is over
and i'm going down slow