a wintry wind whips
the wispy woman while she
walks by the water.

when L.A. has snow,
and Philly only flurries,
something is amiss.

annie is stirring,
and ambling her way downstairs
to watch some tv.

in the bitter cold
resides the enemy of
batteries grown old.

patents issued for
corporate tax-avoidance
strategies so far

I try to grab it,
thinking i need it badly
still it gets away.

another close loss,
with displays only condemned
when done in Philly.

ravaging my mind,
these disjointed thoughts are such
unruly creatures.

oh, the decisions;
life can be so full of them.
what do I do now?

the faucet won’t stop;
my mind’s forever dripping
with incomplete thoughts.

empty corner house
amid the trees of winter,
are you lonely too?