My winters are a gray burst of sky smoke moving cement hurt that peels
knees yellow teeth and sun so
far away winter is not gray it is white between split ends and in department stores things
move too fast years nights cars single season
television shows songs that will repeat forever in vibrations and make clothes  
smell of burnt cookies and a holiday
gone in hours

My hair is six inches too long too
coarse of course I can
never be happy
tired I am tired I am angry
no one feels the peeled knees that I feel because I am angry
I and you
we are tired finished with lazy holiday
days because you are angry
angry at years nights cars single season television shows because they are fast
yet you are slow
you do not move
you are angry because you have hair
grown too long too fast
but you are slow and today is   
gone in hours

I fear I will wake up
drugged up
hooked up
to a medicinal drip drip
white behind split-ends that joke that I am too slow
slow for dreams
slow for life
but life has ended you lived
angry
tired
sun so far away winter closes in
you are angry you are tired
your dreams have peeled knees and yellow teeth and you
will be
gone in hours