winter

twenty.

And I climb back into myself I climb

Back into myself

I fold up yellow haired and yellow skinned inside these 

Wrinkled white sheets

Fold beneath the yellow dust suspended 

In late morning sun

Let it warm my blood.

What is your darkness and what are your ghosts?

And do we ignore them hanging there

By the door should we 

Forget them watching there --

Where else have they to go

When we can't set them loose, on fire and

Free men, free dumbstruck demons
Painted lead

Instead --
We let them shiver let 

Them freeze

All the boys and girls have donned their winter coats

The lights dim now, the desert nights draw near

All the boys and girls have gone home

For winter, and for mama's winter meals

And winter fire in the fire brick and stone

And I feel -- on fire

Set them all alight for me and set them loose 

For me, and see

They're hiding, but

I have ghosts also

I have darkness also