Sunday, 15 August 2010

the fool

the window sighs the last of the rooms heat,

sifting out to melt the sleet,

stealing a breath to warm the street,

crawling out from under my sheet.

My frozen toes my dull numb feet.

Each leaden wave of cold hard breath

tumbling like cake crumbs

past from lung to lip and mind and heart.

each billowed breath hotly numbs

every thought tumbling in my head

every step tumbling down my path

stumbling and rotten, so goes my part.

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