Snowfall

I don’t want the world

To be like it is

Isn’t that annoying 

I miss 1936

Although

I guess they had their own problems

These women wore furs

They knew

It would all leave

They knew 

Looking like a lady

Was important 

Because 

It was unimportant 

Cognac and cigarettes 

White bread sandwiches 

What is this world 

That I will hand to my children

A strange prickled thing

Smeared in self interest 

Mired 

In self loathing 

After I choke on a peppermint 

Or die with a Scarlet C

Sewn onto my chest

Maybe they’ll be taken from me

Maybe

I’ll lay my graying crown

Back into my pillow 

Smile 

At their tear stained eyes

Clutching

My grandchildren

Maybe 

The sky

Will finally

Just rip open already

What’s happening now

Feels like 

Planes

Dropping death

Over London

Subways sundered 

Sunday dinners

Left

To rot

For the basement 

Friends and family

Divided

Or rather

Standing

At the other end

Of a bridge

That’s out

The current is too rushed

To cross

At least 

I have a proper wine glass

In my darker  moments

I wonder

Who will find our Polaroids

While they search for the rice

I stored in the den

In my brighter moments

I know He is 

Everything

 Blinding daybreak

The new Heaven 

And Earth

I know evil

Is already run through

Bleeding it’s blackening death

Over an empty theatre

An abandoned stage

The final loneliness 

Tiny 

Has stuck with me 

She’s a tough old broad 

Like Jean

With better kidneys

Will the fields wait 

For my children’s feet 

Will the wine 

Still pour

Will the black and white movies

Be me

And my long maned

Don Amici

Sipping champagne 

While the sirens sound

While all we hold dear 

Seems to slip to the floor

Torn nylons

Left

For better 

Bare legs

Running and waking

Dreary eyed

Craving 

Black coffee in the morning

For busy lovers

Clinging

Just a bit longer

To the warmth

On the other side

Tea time and cakes

Only

Arsenic and elderberry 

For the lonely