the falling snow
covers my plans of biking
under a wet, white blanket

since i hit my knee
pain is a
constant companion

i
remember
wind

the colors of the leaves
are unnaturally cold
under the streetlights

sometimes we walk on
the ceiling of a different world
without knowing it

if i'd park the car in this
lane, would anybody know
the difference ?

foggy highway
r.e.m. blasting out the speakers
enjoying the moment

money, horses, donations,
rescuing more horses.
can't hear it no more

being ugly
brings you closest
to being free

the garden looks like a
battlefield, covered with
the remains of dead mice