This winter comes to my town,
Trampling on souls with boots.
This winter comes to my street,
Straitjacketing trees with ice…
I knocked you down repeatedly,
I spit in your saintly face.
At times I exposed you
to the scorn of public disgrace…
Occasionally I stray
into strange spaces,
Where things already are ongoing
in high swing…
Viewing on my computer in 3D
one of Katharine’s paintings
of some suspended disembodied
skeletal android being swarmed by…
