I traded hellos with the virgin football team   like an angel in the snow   she hung on every word   winter looked like a photograph   the ice it took so well   I remembered all of summer’s consolation prize   her eyes crisscross in each and every way   her heart so soft    it has seen better days   watch the world on a TV   find out what it’s worth    just to know that you need me   the moon only looks evil in her eyes   the sky tastes metallic when it cries   the stars will still dangle on the longest drives   chicks toss and tumble in time   a snow monkey sits and closes its eyes   a Shinto shuffles in the streets