(Winner of the All Misunderstandings Resolved contest.
Many thanks to those who voted for this poem!)



It’s those little glimpses
of your mouth tasting the snow on the road;
the way your breasts moved
beneath that coat I let you borrow
because it was so fucking cold.

That moment,
how it makes all those trains and taxis and trash cans
the endless nothing down the dirty river;
how it makes all those things seem like senseless scribblings
as the moon turns into a cockroach.

Those things, do we really understand them?

Was it at the hotel, or just the hotel itself
that the clouds cracked against the surface
of that jacket, your flesh, your skin
when I realised the mistake of everything?

The television in the background flickering flickering
the two of us just fucking for the hell of it
in that blue glow while it rained in the bruised neon;
watching you later,
lying in that glow, I jacked off
as the night fell into a bunch of broken pieces...

What is there to really understand in that?

It’s never completely meaningless,
the glasses of drinks we toss down
fallen down stairways, down the subways, down slow
like stars, then lying down anywhere;
a park or a parking lot. Down through
those black holes of time and insanity
and back again...

“I love you,” and then you puked,
we laughed and forgot about the whole experience;
woke up in the car parked on the side of some street
outside some forgotten Boston hotel.

It’s been twenty years gone,
I have not even seen a picture of you
since that night. I think I lost myself;
I still think of you
when it snows...

Not sure if I'll ever understand what
any of it actually
ever meant; as if it was supposed to just happen
or not?



All Misunderstandings Resolved
The winner is Subway Snowfall by the ever hip bakkhus unbound. There were a lot of fantabulous entries, so be sure to treat yourself to a look at the runners up.

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