That thing I said,

Run it by me a few more times,
let me check the outcomes of
well where could that conversation improve,
the next time I'm faced with similar words and moods.

Oh, and Christmas,
some strange detachment
from the new native naiveté.
Misplaced memories and displaced dreamers
goddammit let's rethink this one-

Sprawling snowy plains I plan to
spew trifle imagery upon
 the drifts reaching like claws across the lanes
 a mall packed with selfish stares
 some cigarettes at my feet near the pedals
or a cold condescending air exhaled
and rethought reworked reworded
again