Discussing the knockout over a beer and a beer.
Walking toward the apothecary of sensations, synæsthesia at sunset.
Sleep during the day, brief winter's holiday's luxury.
For your soul's health's sake, contemplation and music.
Is everything hunky-dory with the ham radio?
Modern art, O triumphant banality! the iconography of cynical cool.
In wine you find wisdom, in beer strength, in water bacteria.
The sun's cold disk, composed of snow as yet unfallen.
During the night, we check the clock, and sleep, and check the clock.
Trivial music, auditory junk food, ephemeral masterpieces.
Everything will be well, and all manner of thing will be well.
Slant-rhymed reflections on the season's art, the alternating solstices.