"undercoats" poems
The upbringing of a person could lead to a frivolous publican.
A brother and sister are both witnessing the featherbrained fool.
This world we live in is a bit bamboozle
Escaping to a state of ecstasy with your purple kaleidoscope why don't we shape the future and use cinnamon soap.
With your undercoats it's an antidote for a hurtful situation
It's like we are burning in ice.
Your a magician but you can't stop stupid.
Adolescents knowing the need to finish yet they are taking over to much to cope.
So now they are discovering, considering, cinnamon soap.
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 8:47 AM UTC
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days expanding beyond mere hours
the long dark of winter sweeps the land
wide brush strokes lay snow across canyons
famished mammals push thick undercoats
to the limits of temperature control
red chapped cheeks carry scarf string
holey mittens and thin thermals
barely sway the frigid breath
icicles stretch and grab
clawing at beanies
strollers set in the drifts
playground toys like sticks pushing the odd
single bar into the sky
one lone sled waits by the hill
hard red plastic shell and yellow rope handles
as isolated as an Antarctic station
my words fall as fog
spilling to the frozen ground below
my thoughts held in the tundra
await the spring thaw
so that they might finally express
the ‘buuurrrrrr’ that no one heard /
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 4:02 PM UTC