Out In Cold Alaska
He liked sleeping in the barnyard
with the carnivorous pigs, clucking
halfway through the night. Emptied
picnic basket dribbling cobalt off the
sides, if that was what a wooden chin
looked like then he'd seen it all..
Green ended nappies, white hair dye
and rubber teeth. At the very least, a
cavorting priest... although that was
nothing out of the ordinary.
Shivering at his own memories,
the blanket now outgrown.
Copyright © Madrigal Franch | Year Posted 2014
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