#235 the glass ladder (my blankets have floated away)
b'for the third morning\\nin a row the alarm and\\nthe train whistle let\\nloose at the same\\nexact moment\\n\\nsometimes i feel like\\ni\\u2019m climbing a glass ladder\\nthat leads out of sight\\ninto the sky it leans\\nagainst a vision\\n\\nit\\u2019s cold here\\nmy blankets\\nare floating away\\n\\nbut how many more\\nhorrible old haunted\\nhouses and sad gloom\\ndo i have to dream up\\nbefore the end\\n\\nso lick your finger and\\nstick it in the air to see\\nwhich way the wind is\\nblowing i\\u2019ll be stuck\\nhere for a while\\n\\nit\\u2019s cold here\\nmy blankets\\nhave floated away\\n\\nepw 12.11.07 perrysburg, oh'