to smile about.
snow falling
on sneakers.
sneakers crunching snow,
but where do we go?
red little eyes
looking back at me.
I've been here before
with cocaine and wife sniffles.
my jaw still hurts
from those years.
the world has now
passed me by.
I grab a coffee
and wonder if the white squirrels ever get cold in winter.
time is a weird
sore in my mouth.
still I try to smile
like an idiot in the wind.