#235 the glass ladder (my blankets have floated away)

for the third morning in a row the alarm and the train whistle let loose at the same exact moment sometimes i feel like i’m climbing a glass ladder that leads out of sight into the sky it leans against a vision it’s cold here my blankets are floating away but how many more horrible old haunted houses and sad gloom do i have to dream up before the end so lick your finger and stick it in the air to see which way the wind is blowing i’ll be stuck here for a while it’s cold here my blankets have floated away epw 12.11.07 perrysburg, oh