the longest winter

went from los angeles december january february...
cool but nice...
to san fransisco february march april may....
cold as hell...
just when the sun comes out i head to the southern hemisphere...
for a whole other winter...
i am not one to get too hung up on the weather,
but this winter is getting long, long, long
hibernation can only be sustained for so long
my bones are frozen
and the cool winds of a year in long shadows haunts my heart with an empty echo like i have never known....

maybe i head north in december and see what another 6 months does...

canada?

i still had hope
every day
that we might make it out of this
and into that...

things sometimes feel now
like a jetliner
in an irreconcilable dive
only a few hundred feet from the ground...

we know it
but
there is still a chance
for
a cartoon rabbit
to materialize at the wheel
and pull the air brake.

one can only hope...

glass.

they turn into trees,
rocks,
landscape after a while.

i was never sure if i was just moving so fast
or them slowing down so much
that made it seem so.
until the crash(BANG)
sent the change
smokes
clothes
everything reeling
tumbling
like a cannon loaded
with a suitcase
everything lost
at least what wasn't shed already
in lieu of aerodynamics
and weight...

naked, burned on the road
by the road...

now one choice...
faster.
get
home
she'll patch you up
and keep the guts
on the inside
where they belong
much to their chagrin,
this whole time they spent
jumping at the moon.