It’s a snowy day.
Yeah, the snow is coming down.
The sun upstairs asleep, so deep
behind curtains of grey clouds.
Well, it started out as rain,
dribbling down and spitting on us.
Then it froze and now it’s
big white flakes falling down
as my cigarette dies in the ashtray,
a long, grey untouched husk.
But no fear,
I’m on the tail end
of a 9 day vacation.
2,000 cds but nothing to listen to
and my fingers too dumb
to fret my old guitar.
I’m in love but I’m not sure with who
– how can I tell her that?
Jesus Christ, I’m so confused.
My mind is swirling, heavy
like the snow that’s falling down
and I flinch at the sound
of my own heart beating.
I wish it would stop.
Oh, well.
I’m on the tail end
of a 9 day vacation.
cae 1994
