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Past and Future
Chill within walls of the vestibule
Snowless-ness felt by the gray-grown tint
Casting its grip like a draggled tool
Waiting for new season’s white-shed glint.
Stepping once more in familiar pass
Scowl on your cheeks as with snowflake play
Rue at the window, your cede of gas
Hedges a-flit with the bluebirds’ stay.
Taking a drink from the cabinet
Slipping your feet in an ankle-cross
Wond’ring aloud that the sun has set
Waiting for life in the whiskey sauce.
Snowless-ness felt by the gray-grown tint
Casting its grip like a draggled tool
Waiting for new season’s white-shed glint.
Stepping once more in familiar pass
Scowl on your cheeks as with snowflake play
Rue at the window, your cede of gas
Hedges a-flit with the bluebirds’ stay.
Taking a drink from the cabinet
Slipping your feet in an ankle-cross
Wond’ring aloud that the sun has set
Waiting for life in the whiskey sauce.
Looking far back through the never-mind,
Black-tinted glasses mock your cause,
Seek what was only yours to find,
Huddled alone in the never-was.
Black-tinted glasses mock your cause,
Seek what was only yours to find,
Huddled alone in the never-was.
I don't think I get a message from this. Maybe just that the speaker is lamenting that he does nothing but drink and look out the window as life passes him by outside? At first, there was a lot of winter imagery, making it seem like he was confined by the weather, but then the birds in the bushes seem to connote spring, even though that certainly could still be happening in winter. This mostly went over my head.