Dandruff world, all soft and white
you keep commuters
from their bed at night
Delicate flakes, cold and clear
land on eyelashes
make mascara tears
When white drops pretty and pure
make traffic slide
across concrete floor
then does that which caused a thud
stay quite so white
or run red with blood?
Soft pale stuff are all your sins
always forgiven
for beneath you is spring?
As kids create with cold hands
cocaine canons to
pelt at every man;
I know spring brings warmer days
but through all the snow
seems so far away
