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

Breaking Beauty

Candy Striper

Cloudy Blue Skies

Dyin’ Nice Us

Entrails & Innards

Every Artist Has A Vice

EXQUISITE OF HIS CHOOSING

Heavy Hearted & Light Headed

I Can Go Out Further

Johnny, Come Quickly

Michael J. Fox

Pink and Dissolving

Possibility Is A Girl’s Name

Satisfaction’s In The Reaction

The Cold Winter

The Sex Poem

You’re Welcome