Thomas Stanton Poet Free verse

Chill Neanderthal It Is a Mercury Night

It is so cold

I feel
Like
A robot
Stove

No

Warm
Me
With
My old
War surplus
Gasbag
Viet Nam
Pants

Pulled
Over
My
Jeans

My
Body
Wants
Sex
My
Mind
Wants
Friends

Cooling
Already
To
A compromise

The
Inflatable
Santa
Next
Door
Just
Collapsed
Car
Screeching
Away
Ha
Ha

No
Point
In
Putting
Up
Those
Christmas
Lights
Tomorrow

Is there

it
Is
Raining
And
I
Miss
Carol

She
Gave
Me
The
Pants
After a
Protest

When

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Michelle Richter December 14, 2009 at 6:54 PM I like this and the reason is it tell a story and throws emotion in there along with the cold which can be felt very nice

Thomas Stanton December 10, 2009 at 10:45 PM Thank you Constance, and it is indeed COLD here. You have more music in your poems, than I. Tom

Constance La France December 10, 2009 at 10:31 PM I love this style of writing, it sort of just takes one along quickly, you have some good lines in your poem. Well done.