5 Am - Winter Severity Index

Breathing in a city

on a bedroom corner

something smashes hard

under my skin

as every day.

Livid eyed-Messiah

moaning to my heart,

I’ve strangled every feeling

in the bath tub.

Serial actions run

on a serial day:

they should save me from a faster death

than this one.

Getting older soon,

getting in the way

of the emotional aversion

in an ordinary day.

Bare Light

rattlesnake of fever

Cold Morn

should be on the way

Smo/ther

every light or shadow

Un/der

the demeanour of the day.

Bare Light

shoulders in a mirror

Cold skin

fading into grey

Stand

still

freezing on a shiver

Num/ber

on an ordinary day.