"Pick Pocket"

in the humble stence of nativity

hummed the smell of television snow
a faint S.O.S. flickering
riding on the coattails of their ground zero

neighborhood footprints ingrown
the daylight savings time will never know
of this alabaster cold


your lovers quarrel ended up in crawspace
dental identities will tell us apart

teeth marked and bounded with sighs
step into my parlor
said the spider to the fly

stable hooved footprints ingrown

cloak and dagger muzak blared in ohms

in this alabaster cold
ingrown


more calibur per capita
breakfast table search team implodes
the milk cartons that pour will never know

of this alabaster cold