BLIZZARD IN A GULCH

The blizzard came.

Came hard.

Hard as in, how hard are cows' caucuses?

Hanging on steelhooks. Meat lean. More blue than red.

Ribcage volume is tyrannosaurus rex.

Cold room. Loctite.

Sealed metallic as in more metal than Malachi in malachite.

How steel feels -

You kno,?

At sub-zero.

Hard. So hard,

You could say all particles are riveted.

Have you heard?

It's the plague.

Coming Soon.

Mr Fadeaway got waylaid on a derail at the wrong time of day

Puff o smoke and the Hare vanishes

Hang low. Respect the blades. Grass is green until its dead.

Rest in peace. It was the cage made them neurotic -

No doubt.

SpaceX or a zoom dungeon-keep?

Like matrices.

Only specialists apply and speshies only apply if your supply has More mass, less weight, on-time & at the gate.

What thrombosis? Seat 66J, economy of course - that's the diagnosis.

Know how the bunny felt. Ask Freddie Gibbs for the full gelt.

Was it a long weekend or was Easter like -

Rabbit got a habit so fierce, he can't waste no?

Wabbits hiding in caves probably knew the Young Osama.

Hide no seek.

Rule of thumb? Play lowkey like….manta rays.

Never ever say the word 'scales'.

Getting hot, as in, the light gongs so bright the thermostat breaks.

Instantly all things are outta date.

Rabbits selling pelts. Anything for a 4° breeze.

As ashes from yesterday's late-nite burning grate.

So hot so not yellow so fierce it's light but more hyped it is laserlike.

Hype and bright like a snowman after a shiny night on the pipes without the bags, as in

Not bagpipes. Mucho glass tubes.

Ice bergs and frozen boulders larger than the Antarctic. That’s the dream.

That's how bright.

A diamond, made out of a crystal so large you'd have to blow the whistle

Or else

Snow White will steal your will.

Wide eyes advised:

Brighter than stalactites refracting frozen sunrays sharper than the whitest lights of all time -

Tunnels windswiped so it's colder than a bath of cryo' on a winter's day. Ice-sculpture swans on display at weddings in Silicon Valley.

Visualize.

Big furz, canes, red-gold thrones and the graphite from ancient Rome.

And don't forget the crowns and the chemlab pipes with snowflakes precise and totally blanco, so much it hurts even to glance at it, more than ever after returning to Colditz at midnight after one long flight, so long no concepts of time remained upright. None.

Press 9 -

Bianco a.f. Like heavy acetone after getting microwaved until it's so active that it radiates -

Like white masks. Black cape. No face. Nice scythe.

A milky phantom.

Like it matters who’s who in the ice game,

It's not a hockey ring.

Huffington fast because temperatures change all the time and what's hard goes soft, what's paste-white liquefies until the flake becomes a waterdrop. It’s thirty-four degrees.

So blank and devoid - it's murderous what bandits require to survive in harsh times.

Up in smoke - bones burn like Haagen-Dazs.

Welcome to the cloud.

Fumes thin down to slight shrouds.

Air clears.

Candy floss deep inside.

No longer mixed up.

Brain cells die and it feels like a fondue in your skull.

Look the random junkie in the eyes

And you’ll see he’s thrilled to feel nothing inside.

Repeat business. Waste of time.

Easy to exit a gravel pit. All eyes on lighters.

There aren’t any seats, anyway. There’s a door frame with no door,

No problem. If you’re still walking you’re miles ahead.

A few steps and down the plastic stairs.

One to remember. Ten-second mates.

Good talk. Minimal. Once was enough, at least with that gang.

Ice rocks freeze you, there’s no longer a long-term.

Ay-o. The sweet tang. Feels like the abominable snowman.

It’s almost June. End of season.

PS

Never blaze a pipe at a traffic light. Unless you’re in a rush

To get arrested for flying too fast.