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Ice on the ground and the phone booths are like frozen tombstones

its warm inside this bar, and our bellies are full of beer

the city glows a golden red like the alchemists doctrine

and we talk of novels like i do, we talk of japanese and russian writers

i think of no one and watch you serve your customers as you drink from my beer

i am happy, and you kiss me outside as we smoke our youth away

fuck everything you are doing to me, why kiss me, why talk, why be happy that i have been and will go before you.

You are a maelstrom of fuck you.

For many i am a friend,

for most i am a good man

for a few i am a lover

for two i am a son

and for one i am a wolf

but for you, i must be nothing but a memory.

Put the flowers to earth and bring me the winter

turn up the stove and open the wine

send the squirrels to bed and welcome the winds

lay down your snow blanket and hand me the whiskey

lets move into the bars and keep warm as one

board up the windows and light me a cigarette

unpack our boots and turn on all the lights

let the air be thick and the wood glow warm

bring me the winter

this beautiful winter

We stand against the bar

and he orders Campari

we lay across the bar

and he orders saké

we dance under the bar

and she orders whiskey

we make promises to the bar

and he orders wine

coats jackets scarfs and phones we say goodnight to bar

i hear you walk down the stairs

vanilla like perfume on my sheets

i can stretch this bed is mine again

so you leave the red book at the café

this will be paris

Its so warm with  the memories of dreams leaving quickly

My arms ache and my eyes are now directing the confusion

The cat stretches and leaves me jealously stiff

Its cloudy inside of here

And my mouth is dry no beer

Second morning at 7 14pm

What was i dreaming of

Our city is quiet under this blanket

The cars don’t drive so much as roll

And the light is setting into the snow

no footprints,

pure white,

clean and cold.