Hot sake clears the mind of worry.
Into the snow, loose limbs bury
themselves in silver and mud.
The immeasurable joys of inebriation.
Tobacco fills the lungs with weight,
bodies thud into the car
with smoke and suppressed laughter.
The engine yawns, then roars.
The direction is south,
yet the streets pull us north,
strange air penetrates the senses,
loud bass elevates new curiosity.
The trees open into fair passage
O, the street lamps are on fire!
With red ribbons! And cluttered ice,
stained glass dance across our faces.
The brakes scream into the blizzard,
but there was no one save for us.
The sounds lost among the children,
tiny snowflakes steal our voices.
Time stops and
We fall into ourselves abstractly,
collapse into the silver womb.
The alcohol has left our systems,
Bled into the tar and steel.
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