if you sit down with this old clown, take that frown and break it

i feel pressure to update because i am home and done my chores. i need to start other work soon. at least for a few hours. but right now i seem to be listening to south in the dark.

i wish i cataloged everything i wrote by music i was listening to when i wrote it. that would be handy.

trying to picture the sky
yellowed and bright
refracted light from
streets and snow
frozen tree limbs clacking together
sitting on a cold stone
waiting, waiting
every thirty minutes turning on
the radio
listening to the weather band
for company
because moose dont say much
with their steamy nose grunts