snowfall pt 1

standing before
bay windows
half naked under the glow
of fish tank lights
and the constant din
of industrial horizons
half naked under the weight
of a new snowfall
in the hours before waking
steps are swollen and swallowed
like misused barbiturates
half naked under smirking stares
phantom children
trudge towards a school bound bus
not clean clear steps
the slur of resistance pronounced
half naked under the weight
tomorrow someone will start over