winter devours us

a gold dust cigarette

a mona lisa hi

saying hi to everyone

the weariness of animals rings

on the sale sacks and the butterflies of air and sadness

but the carnivorous light

and the mona lisa hi

keep saying hi to everyone

we're swaying eyes opened balanced

on the rope

the open eyes dance on tiptoes

it's cold inside the bottle of the shut voice

it's cold heavy on the road

and the wind moves the light along the road

there's that mona lisa hi hissing all along it

like the other cars cycles planes bikes on the road

winter devours us

we the golden tips of gold dust cigarettes