schizophrenic shower stream

burns and leaves freckles down my right shoulder

basil soap rinsed from my mouth with ice


there was a lull of a half moon

sagging out of a black sky brazier

sometimes things go well enough


the ochre teet burst December like a broken fever

it is 15 degrees warmer today

I found a quarter in my right pocket


not much to notice in the trudging pace

I tap my boot in the slushy ditch

until I can be inside again