A mystery house nearby was blaring “Dramamine” the other night.
They followed it up with “All Apologies”
Turns out I’m not the only melancholy one on this street.
Was it all because the sky was looking bleak?
Personally I’d probably rather have this cloudy weather than the sun.

Done with most of tasks by the crack of 1:00 PM
All that’s left to do today is see if the weatherman was right about some mayhem coming.
Sure enough it’s now whiter out than my skin
Not that my skin’s all that white
My complexion’s missing more chunks than an empty soup can.

December 3rd
I’m shoveling.
Piss froze to my wrist.
I wish I was half the man my black and white border collie is.
That little saint’s directly stepping on the ice and non-stop smiling
Meanwhile I am all bundled up and paranoid that I’m seen in public.
But nothing tops the times I’m mouth breathing out my window.
The echo of a neighborhood kid’s basketball
And children laughing
My damaged ego’s got some growing up to do.
Wake up.
Rub your eyes.
Find your jacket.
See if those boots still fit you.

The neighborhood’s abound with whispers
The hermit just came out.
All that snow won’t shovel itself now
And the mailbox doesn’t have hands.
But please don’t wrap me up in small talk
I already know way too much about all of you
And I don’t want you to know that I do.

I’ll stick to what I know
And that’s taking my dog out at night
And then going to bed.