Chicago, Winter

Winter is the cruelest
Month, and everlasting.

Your icy-wet Chicago slogs
from bog to bog. From

Home to bus or train.
Communicating pain through

Hand to nose, hand to
Mouth to hand. The

Winter's planned to
Bring us all wet shoes.

All my human strength
extruded. Through and through.

the Painted Room

If you want to not feel
Important: Paint a room.

That debt resumed making
Every man Inertia's groom.

Minutia has subsumed.
Your pants—paint stained.

They will remain tacky,
Though dried and after

Many washes. This is how
We are now. All in.