Joe Kiley



A Cold Autumn In December

One of those again? There's no more light.

Yes, it's necessary for rest and focus.

Should I sit still the gears will turn all night.

My shoes transition from wood to frozen earth to dark pavement

Pale rays bleed through bushes and trees

The shadows are black and defined

I'd tell you how it smelled to me

but my nostrils are frozen and numb

I'd be content to see a neon sign in this place

But that would not fit in here

For a huge monster to breathe its hot breath on my face

Before devouring my money

I guess I'll just put my hood on and tilt my head down

and wait until I finish the circle

The dark pavement is cracked light and brown

From surges during warmer parts in the year