Sometimes I spit
To let the saliva
Freeze
On my lips
Its stupid cold
A cold of the kind
That effects the synapses
Of the mind
So cold the the very molecules
Experience a slowing of time
That I
Cannot taste
Cold so that the frozen ground
Refuses to accept
The burial shroud
A kind of cold
That dinosaurs
Dreamt of in nightmares
Planetary bodies
Far more distant from ours
Are warmer
And still the saliva
Drips
Moist on my lips
Wet
And dripping
A defiant middle finger
Shouting **** physics
**** the evidence
Nothing can be as real and limiting as this
Biology at war with
The law of thermodynamics
A molecular battle to exist
And still the cold persists
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
Sometimes I spit
To let the saliva
Freeze
On my lips
Its stupid cold
A cold of the kind
That effects the synapses
Of the mind
So cold the the very molecules
Experience a slowing of time
That I
Cannot taste
Cold so that the frozen ground
Refuses to accept
The burial shroud
A kind of cold
That dinosaurs
Dreamt of in nightmares
Planetary bodies
Far more distant from ours
Are warmer
And still the saliva
Drips
Moist on my lips
Wet
And dripping
A defiant middle finger
Shouting **** physics
**** the evidence
Nothing can be as real and limiting as this
Biology at war with
The law of thermodynamics
A molecular battle to exist
And still the cold persists