Sleepy In Cold Weather
Aerial ice, pretty as it is sharp.
So sleepy, I am glad of the cold jabs.
Freeze dried flakes of air flutter over tarmac like shook out feathers.
I have a mindful of blizzarding alphabet, a limitless thirst for coffee.
Could swallow an ocean of coffee, hot and awake.
All the letters just wash, in waves of tired, and wild polka dots of snow fly the night sky, over my sinking eyes.