Travel Agency Php Fusion

void The cold


I like to walk through the cold
with watery eyes and a beer can burn your fingers.
not think of anything and let
the city I go blurry and fast on both sides
time.

I like to walk through this indoor weather broken
full of puddles and leaves and
wheel under the amber mist nests involving streetlights.

I like to walk cracking bridges, sidewalks, parks, souvenirs, crack
as veiled sun roofs that boiled yolk.

cartons still parked on the windshield,
poplar branches bare ridges
as imploring hands and blaming
at a time, to the same dull sky. Sordo.

And keep moving, following my own steam,
crack in the ice,
to meet you are unaware of the loss.

winter goodbye and we are. We
.

were.