Floppy sombrero tossed on the tide
A tomb where the sea and the sun collide
Paradise hums with a nuclear glare
Everything’s great — there's crap in the air

Чорнобиль glowing a little too bright
Lake Michigan’s boiling in midnight light
The moon packed up, it’s done with the sky
I hear soft knocks where the drywall sighs

Snowing
Snowing
Snowing
Snowing

This town keeps quieting down each day
The wind speaks less, the trees don't sway
I might write a book, just start on a whim
And send it somewhere, on someone’s limb

The world spins once — a twenty-four whirl
We all fall out from the same old swirl
They ask what I do; I say I write
But it never feels like I’ve said it right

Snowing
Snowing
Snowing
Snowing

Snowing or rain, but never both
The sky just stalls in a solemn oath
Clouds forget how to climb this height
No sound of rain — it doesn't feel right

You can watch as it changes
Everyone changes

One hand wanders, the other stays
Eyes wide open, face half-dazed
A hole appears — I dive right through
It's time again. You’d do it too

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Graduated from Corman Park College of Dental Numismatics in 1993, with a graduate degree in Experimental Post-Sludge.

mchorsebones@gmail.com

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MC Horsebones