Snow plows beeping
Reverse whine and scrape
Swirling blizzard of waking—Strange
in this place where
boredom banks both snow and cold
Are my eyes running?
After all
there's a stiff wind, and it’s 18 below....

Pictures and phone calls make up my family
Stray cats eat suet I leave for the birds
who make names for themselves in sunlit bushes
Love these more than...

my hearse of a job

where that ice cream vat—slipped
smashed
my sodden dish-doin’

fingers    against     sink

Pain mounts its insurrection!
Ambushed!
from every direction
Fainting in steam
Squeezing my eyes    
till the blood shuts my brain-failing
Down my wrist
all over
the front of this rubber apron....

Someone hates me somewhere

Someone found me more tenacious
than a road-**** skunk!

I eat    I drink    I work    I sleep
between these vicious icicles  


-18F = -28 C

You are Amazing , Inspiring, and Encouraging thank you.
You are Gifted, with an lots of Love and using it to Help others.
For Our Gifts were created to help others to see God through them.
I see your beautiful and inspiring words in helping out others here.
For even the sad poem of Pain can be use to reveal that you are strong.
For so many allow the evil depression or situation that they are in.
To end up driving them to end up destroying the most precious gift.
Their Lives, but through each of your words, hopefully it shall reveal...
That Life here is too Precious to throw away, because we are meant to lean on each other here.
To help each other and to love each other and become stronger, and wiser.

Love 
                                               for              you
                                            ­is                      rinse
                                   ­         and                 repeat,
                            ­                  just                  the
                     ­                             way              I
                 ­                                       like  it

I draw my poetry
From the depths of my despair
As many other poets do

Sadly I can’t draw them
From my highest of highs
Like other brilliant artists

To all poets
Thank you for sharing
Whether it be a shard of light
Or a wisp of darkness
It all takes power
To turn pain and happiness
Into art