oh woeful mass-a-chu-setts trees
embroidered with leaves,
weak at the knees with snow in their ears,
walking hard the boylston boulevard,
catching glimpses of angelic asians
looming beneath broken umbrellas
what ever could they be waiting for?
forgotten as the state I'm in
I leave the couch as morning crawls
thru my pant-leg, hungry thirsty
and pitiful as a 3-legged dog
so I take myself out to deserted
streets stretched between halloween
trees howling like white ghouls
and my god, it's snowing
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