Grit grinding between molars
Gnashed against the biting wind
I feel myself clamp down
Chomping at the bit to be safely home
Warming damaged toes
Upon burning ******* –
Lighting up a *** and feeling gay
Will be the way in which I celebrate my arrival
No longer supping on sand particulates
Dining gleefully on grime caught on a breeze
Nay, only sweet goose juice and fine wine
In the shape of kool-aid and burritos –
Grasping at my tattered collar
Pulling it close to my neck and chest
Red skin screaming
Chapped and irritated
Desperate for cover
Perhaps a nice toddy
And some Telly –
Visions of peace and warmth egg me on
the direness of my current situation
a catalyst for movement and action
only death by exposure
awaits me here
fated to the elements
with only a distant porch light
glowing
leading me home –