Sno Cat

A man made of butterfat

Careening around on a Sno Cat

And I can't drive any faster

My hands are like ice and the moon shines

On pepper trees and road grease

The yellow lines look blueSnow buries Whitehall

White powdered Nembutal

And I can't think anymore

My feet are like ice, as the moon sets

On Christmas trees and plastic deer

I decided to forgive and forgetI thank God, you're comatose

As I pull back the bedclothes

And I can't believe my composure

And I can't remember my anger

And summer is a fish story

I wonder where we'll be

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Kristin HershPublished by

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