Cozy Ice Cream Palace

Whipped Cream and a cherry,
symbols
of a fresh sundae
not one of us has a single
and dignified aim
and our lives do not run smoothly.

Myself,
I am punitive and spiteful
But I would still like a letter
from my wife.

nuts.

As a document of my existence,
this will have to do.

The black avenue
glistens under streetlight
red leaves are pasted to the wet sidewalk,
dark, anonymous, invisible
I walk the night,
in the cool washing rain
of my thoughts and feelings,
away from this cozy
ice cream palace.