Piss and Salt

Piss and salt
melt the snow
and my dick shrivles up

Missed the train
the lights scatter the night
dirt and ash cover the bone,
and the sirens go woo hoo in the night
and as my feet crunch wind blows cold
and the ants scurry against the tick tock of time
and the night grows colder and the sky darker with twinkling bits of dust in its eye

but the ants still scurry still,

into the
dark

into the
cold

into the
piss and salt and snow