its a long walk home
when you feel like this.

the snow
degenerates
cops
the rodents.
and zippers on my snow boarding mitts
used as weapons
weapons to defend
all that i havent got.

barbed wire infused with flesh
bullets on the heavy end of a fifth knuckle
a new most promised blind spot.

but the hooded pass me by
tonight
as they do on most others.
and the gloves go quiet
cold wet and coiled
dry for the lack of a need.

there was
no apology given.
and
none was necessary.