gales of ice and memory

nuclear-winter-3

i cant get warm

pull another cover
like sandpaper across
the exposed electric ends
of my quivering frigid soul

but still it shivers

she blows gales of ice and memory

through the places i cant escape
i refuse a flame to thaw
the glacial rime of my own indifference

the worm flexes and i shudder.

HS 15


Full Disclosure:  Not really feeling this “poem.”  Not really feeling anything right now worth discussing.  But, I made a goal to post daily and develop a routine, so…

…so, if you don’t like the poem, here is this picture of a penguin.  Because Woeful Wednesday.

COME AT ME BRO!

COME AT ME BRO!


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