(20 minute poetry)

Colouring in the haggard look,
*** it's chill outside, I am
painting on the shivers
as slivers of ice drop
from my nose.

Snow is in the air
bare branches on the trees
Dear Santa
I'd like for Christmas
a touch of Summer please.

The scent of cologne
floats softly through the train
an underground smell in
an underground hell
but
at least I got a seat,
cold ears
cold feet
in here it's even colder heat.

A young girl next to me
rosy cheeks
peeks in the compact
makes a snack with blusher
I watch her
it doesn't faze her
eye liner
why?

colouring in the haggard look
my days become a colouring book
every moment is a crayon

Young girl gets off
I stay on,
a smudge of lipstick back of the seat
cold feet?

Always full
ready to pull me
this way
that,
I colour me blue to match
my eyes and toes
the colour goes flat.

Glad I brought my gloves.