Man Found Frozen in Fishtown

suited on the stoop
stuck in a gaze of waiting
summer’s been shampooed
long light days are fading

oh sandfly shoefly two-ply June
locked in a race against the following moon
summered in a sense of got along
clocked the clock on breaks
shuffled home to a song

shut the door and cooked the stew
fed the fish in his mind flew
to Paris, France, on someone’s kiss,
a hell at the time, in nostalgia as bliss

naked on the stoop
stuck in a haze of smoke
winter takes your breath
until you finally croak

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