snow chives

the snow is falling and i realized
caffeine had my spine
in it's mountain gorge

now i feel speckled specks
rising up from the tight
reverse snowfall

the internet bows down into the mash
and gives up it's juice as the sun grows
chives around the ooze

i hand this to the chives
the chives weep
the chive weeps
tears arrive

the chorus pops you chiropractically
you snort the snow
grateful to be bruised by illusions
grateful to be snow battered with ungrasped clarity

sometimes a cold slow plantlike slap across the ancient lightning rod
releases the sewed on buttons and shows the grave bone smiles

sometimes the wet whip of the memory cigarette blows in your face