Not winter in pocket yet

The 70’s film songs are doing their walking rounds ,snug in pockets . It is cloudy and winterish. Not yet winter in pockets.

Morning after night was of intimations.

They came to remind us   of  flesh’s surprises . They come to us in our pees  standing in  bathroom. Pees come with interruptions.  Backs refuse to cringe .

Dorothy’s jokes are sardonic reminders of mortality. Fucking busy or busy fucking. The latter you cannot be, in a tattered coat . You are former on the smart phone. Try to stitch back a few tatters. Generally pretend to be fucking busy. But try to stay erect on the stick so the birds do not crap on you.