Thread: western new york vacation

the wind whips
topographical
tears into the
Pariahs’ cheek


lake Ontario’s lust
hammers a cold orgasm
into the power lines
of a salt-licked snow bank


smoke curls from your
nostrils
as you watch the dying
sparrow flip & kick


a solemn & expedient discourse
lubricated in the frozen ozone
shatters glass-like
on the stained asphalt


while a cowled figure
shunting a grocery cart
down the road, down a frozen artery
of sediment, pauses to stamp boots

Hmm, I like this,...you encrouch onto some sensative ground during your third and fourth paragraphcs. Explore that, and then write another poem. That's the area you should explore.

This seems to really describe a cold day in New York State pretty well. There is a feel of starkness to the imagery that suits this well. Not sure that the title suits it however; at least it doesn't sound like a vacation I want to take.

a solemn & expedient discourse
lubricated in the frozen ozone
shatters glass-like
on the stained asphalt

Intriguing image. Is "lubricated" the right word here? How are you interpreting that phrase?