Lover in my Wasteland

Today the wind is

Blowing bits of ice

In a vortex, from the vortex.  

My hands are frozen bricks,

Brilliant, blue skies

Empty and cruel.  

Your overseer came for you:

Black tar

Blow

Blues, pink ladies

And you’re gone again.

But what are we,

Any of us,

Under this kind of sky?  

Nothing more than one

Of these slivers of ice

Swirling in an empty eddy.  

Only you

Can get away with your

Loving addiction  

And I stay chilled

In the barren grey.