Winter Sale

What's gonna happen 

Poof 

When the cloud burst 

Evaporates 

In a wash of daisies 

And a lift of the west wind 

Blows you away 

Here today 

Here today you were 

Gone like a shell suit 

In a winter sale

(And all the smiles 

And all the summers 

And all the Easter eggs 

And gin have gone)

What paw marks on the Lino 

Leech bites 

And scratches 

What claw line flagrento

Worms you muddly

brittle and sore  

When you were sweaty

And gracious 

And more more more

As constant and fragile 

As a flagrant 
wave on the pebble dashed shore 

Broken and vagrant 

Like salten phosphor wisps

That's what'll happen 

Your light indivisible 

Echoing gaily 

In a mirage of ripples 

Tipping like darkness 

Into the whirlpool 

Where every sweet memory 

Is burned in the sand.