Had a thought
That, it would have
Been fun to make
Time freeze.
I ate my ice cream
way too quick
and now brain
is frozen!
Today, on a snowy Sunday in January
my thoughts go to how cold it is
and I wonder if bubbles will freeze in the cold?
The former Kindergarten teacher in me
is intrugued and I give it a try
but mostly I froze myself
snow snares moonstruck trees
frost congeals stardust shimmer...
iced silence shivers
On my way to the shop at Kondele,
A lady approaches,
She is scantily dressed,
her breast merely visible
below the 'see me through' boob-top.
Exposing more than a saint should view
Her skirt barely covers her upper thighs.
I look at her and feel loose.
She has nothing to fear
She smiles looking at me in the eye,
I freeze.
‘Baby boy, we can talk.’ she says.
I hesitate and wants to leave
but the Lot's wife in my head says,
'Dont you see she's fine.'
I say ' Really? let's talk.'
She grabs me by the hands
and lead the way to the stairs.
soon we are upstairs,
And I am tasting the berries already.
She grabs my chest,
I pause
Then she says softly,
It is already 500bob.
I freeze.
I only have 50bob for milk,
yet I’ve scooped a premium butter.
Sudden warm sweat dots my face,
Not from the exercise,
But from shock.
Again, I freeze
On my way to the shop at Kondele,
A lady approaches,
She is scantily dressed,
her breast merely visible
below the 'see me through' boob-top.
Exposing more than a saint should view
Her skirt barely covers her upper thighs.
I look at her and feel loose.
She has nothing to fear
She smiles looking at me in the eye,
I freeze.
‘Baby boy, we can talk.’ she says.
I hesitate and wants to leave
but the Lot's wife in my head says,
'Dont you see she's fine.'
I say ' Really? let's talk.'
She grabs me by the hands
and lead the way to the stairs.
soon we are upstairs,
And I am tasting the berries already.
She grabs my chest,
I pause
Then she says softly,
It is already 500bob.
I freeze.
I only have 50bob for milk,
yet I’ve scooped a premium butter.
Sudden warm sweat dots my face,
Not from the exercise,
But from shock.
Again, I freeze
On my way to the shop at Kondele,
A lady approaches,
She is scantily dressed,
her breast merely visible
below the 'see me through' boob-top.
Exposing more than a saint should view
Her skirt barely covers her upper thighs.
I look at her and feel loose.
She has nothing to fear
She smiles looking at me in the eye,
I freeze.
‘Baby boy, we can talk.’ she says.
I hesitate and wants to leave
but the Lot's wife in my head says,
'Dont you see she's fine.'
I say ' Really? let's talk.'
She grabs me by the hands
and lead the way to the stairs.
soon we are upstairs,
And I am tasting the berries already.
She grabs my chest,
I pause
Then she says softly,
It is already 500bob.
I freeze.
I only have 50bob for milk,
yet I’ve scooped a premium butter.
Sudden warm sweat dots my face,
Not from the exercise,
But from shock.
Again, I freeze
Had some strange meals in my time
ostrich alligator bat and snake
all went down well it seems
but make no mistake
altho' not going off half-cocked
and yet unsure what signs it may bode
of all the just desserts
I like my ice cream à la mode
Many scientists worked all through the night
To cross a snowman with a vampire's bite
They thought it would be a breeze
But then their fingers did freeze
And all of them ended up with frostbite
You heard of the snowman.
I'm the birdman ready to face january.
I won't freeze this year.
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I've severed my conscious from the backplates of my brain. I’ve pleated vine and cord through the cracks of my rib, bedsores spreading across my ever-paling appearance. I haven't left this hole in weeks.
I get nauseous at my own proof of life, conviction, correction of every flaw flowing out the gaps in my crooked mouth. I let insecurity envelop me, so I hide. I hibernate through nightfall and shorter sunshine. I paint powder over blemishes and broken bones. I crave to be coddled in frozen droplets and sheer fabrics that cool my skin; But I can't bear to be draped in anything but harsh winter coats and the pudge that distorts my figure.
Maybe, I'm addicted to hatred. A taste so strong I can only starve it out of my system - though I'd drown in the taste of every regret I've shoved down. Every loss of control is sharp at the end, blackening my ivories and souring my savory-sweet till I'm all overt ailment and I can't salt the snow that strikes me.
Over time, I've been pricked and prodded. What is now only winter breath replacing empty calories down my throat. What was once soft snowfall is now avalanche, and I can't bring myself to do anything but lay down and freeze.
snowy white with shiny granulated crystals
pink yellow and red candy sprinkles on the top
brain freeze at first bite
The sunset tides will wash me away
Jaded, but
I try
And now I stand to hear my breathless breaths.
Over the white noise, screaming out
"Sunrise, sunset, can you wash away the rain?"
My nightmare. You took back what was yours.
My morning star grew dim.
While transporting my brain
Through the ethereal plane
A strange thought entered my mind
Am I a link in the chain
Or am I going insane
With no semblance of reason to find
Aah...that thought quickly passed
I was no longer aghast
And continued on my way
From my first thought to last
Oh how it went by so fast
But still was one hell of a day
a solemn whiteness
blankets the arctic muskox ~
luxe qivuet duvet
(January Full Moon – Algonquin)
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