KORROSHUN

between the hate
between the love
like the dissolved
temporary hearts
melting
in the swallow

these snows
late catching
the grey ghosts
oblique pain wrapped
like a thin chilled
cheater coat

we can be together
as the day falls to night
on old sheets
as a scratched disc
crawls about
thirty three and some
revolutions
we can go around
while snowflakes scratch
the cracked walls

your white teeth taking the
hot ounce of fire from the
glass that sits precarious
atop the clock radio

how your smoke green eyes
lead me like a hazy oasis
our pockets full of freedom
lint and lip balm

the snow falls steady
and the television is talking
about a blizzard