Yes, there's a cold front blowing through New York. Places like Fargo, North Dakota and Iron Mountain, Michigan are getting snow. And somehow so is New York City. Boo to you, Jack Frost. These are not all weather related I guess but inspired by its mood.
we are drunk on night
the bridge holds, fastened to rivets
white hot in the sky
please, cold suns of streets
if you keep me, light me home
I’ll keep the day watch
the overplush couch
an impromptu deathbed
an open casket
the moon is deaf
now to night made promises
the sound of breaking
I am only hurry
I am the flint of my bed
where a pretty stone cools
static is called snow
so let’s not watch that channel
turn on the covers
new ice will turn black
if it finds cold reception
a lonelier road
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