when the cold seeps
into
my bones
and i can't
move
for fear of cracking
something
and i try to move my fingers
but they're
icicles
and my toes are little mounds of
ice cubes
and i'm shivering
shivering
shaking
from head to foot
begging for a bit of
warmth
so
so
c-c-c-c-c-cold.
The title's sorta self explanatory, ain't it? This is the place where the things I dream are sent to cyberspace for all to examine, dissect, and return with comments.
5 comments:
Oysh. Sounds like it's time to turn up the heat! Or invest in wool socks and sweaters.
Oh dear. If this is your house, maybe I will put off that visit till Spring ;-)
not my house.
my office.
it's fixed now, b"h
uh...
u sure you're in NY?
david - nj, actually
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