The Cold Winter

The cold winter’s beauty

is buried inside

walls whitened

with Saturday’s mid-morning sun,

down under

comforters that bathe

and encapsulate our skin

in deodorant

and last night’s cigarettes

We awaken

without alarm

welcomed to reality

by the possessive radiator’s

steady

hiss and clamor

 

© 2013

 

POEMS

Clearing Out The Third Eye

Spellbound

Until Tomorrow

Win For Losing

Something Extra

The Man Who Looks Like You

Honey Darling

The Due

Get Lost

Kitten Does Not Know Best

This Man

Summer’s Fall

Michael J. Fox

I Can Go Out Further

You’re Welcome

Satisfaction’s In The Reaction

Cloudy Blue Skies

Dyin’ Nice Us

Every Artist Has A Vice

Candy Striper

Entrails & Innards

Breaking Beauty

The Sex Poem

Heavy Hearted & Light Headed

Pink and Dissolving

Possibility Is A Girl’s Name

The Cold Winter

EXQUISITE OF HIS CHOOSING

Johnny, Come Quickly