27 July 2013

i woke up at 5.59am/the forecast for 6am was heavy snow/
the forecast said heavy drifts/i can sleep inside the drifts/
snowflakes made from a cold so cold/it's like needles/
today i mean to be tattooed/my bones sticking through skin/
made from ice/ by 7am it's heavy rainfall/but i'm already soaked/
skin like awning collecting water on it's wide canvas/a heaped
puddle so deep/it's groaning/it never did snow/i never did get
a bloodless pile of bones/the water is insistant/i told you/
i told you/the forecast at 6.45am was only sleet

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