Ftrain, by Paul Ford

Snow is
crystalgeometrics
fused to hood
a knobby world.
In art
things turned are fired to glaze,
perfect, caught
there right before
a crazed
drunk wrecks the shop, must be
dealt with, giv-
en booze and meat
to keep
his unkempt soul till snow
confides once
more outside the
window,
sticks around to smooth hung-
over light.