well...

the wind is whistling through this room
like windows are for presentation
and reminders are necessary: worlds pass..
tempexoraneous
dinosaurs drinking tar
low filter, I have
enough gin to see the truth:
naked ladies walk from one room to another
 but
hey
in the cold we all just want another layer

i dislike my old poems.
mirror light is old light -
the face an old face
someone else, too similar for love
too strange for empathy
the most uncanny valley
better to hurl words
or make faces
out a window
than to store them in an antique chest
and peek in to balk at the mold