A Blistery Storm


the city is being sand blasted by tiny chips of ice
and i can hear the shards seasoning my windows
like ivory dice,
or wedding rice,
or tacks spilled across a table

and the wind is blowing stiff across the vinyl siding
and rubbing the shingles like braille
spinning rooftop vents
into circus tents
and winding chimney smoke to sable

 the Earth fell asleep on its side tonight
cutting the blood from Autumn's limbs
just like video snow
or cold cookie dough
or trollies frozen to the cable