As the windshield wipes and exhaust pipes Are coughing out some winter It's a splinter of what I once contained And I suppose the whole world glows A little for the squinter But you recall when all that fire rained And nothing very solid Ever thaws away the squalid Junk-drawers that us whorish people know And while the junk collects interminably Other things will certainly Thaw away so swollen with the snow I've mythologized the worlds you're from The nervous taste of chewing gum Some high school faces Basements you protect But in the spring a cork I'll find In the side-yard to remind The New Year's souvenirs I must collect The sun looks pretty hot today The snow's about to rot, they say So maybe I'll drive all the way to Lansing If nothing's able to stay static Perhaps we left some strips of fabric Bloodied up and streaming In the fencing And is it possible That the hospital Is waiting for all? Without stall, it will bawl all The life out of you But nothing is ever lost The piled past is cataloged and tossed Into where it is stored in Some vestigial organ It pumps inside of me The bile and the memory The bathroom tile of ivory The carpet sponges so absorbently Nothing is ever lost Nothing is ever ever lost By now I've declared you drive a hard bargain It's a pardon every time I hear its name When my tongue's stung by every dripping juice-hole in the garden My world goes mute, my cute words dumb and lame For the dental office arthritics and mental softness heart-critics Who can't process me or the sophistry I live in I will pluck the soft weight of ripe love The sticky teenage-sweet type of Respite that the black-night bites are given Where it's probable I'm unstoppable From all that tries To chastise the damp eyes My world contains?