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Thursday, January 23, 2014

the Feet Mystique




At
days retreat
Amid the Sheets
My  frosty  feet's
A Warming greets

I trod a Winter street
The icy ground replete
Socks can not compete
I  bear not, ill  conceits
Within my chamber suite
When  lacking body  heat
Disrobed the bed entreats
Pull back the cover's pleat
Jump in like trained athlete
Between those fiber sheets
Then  thrust  my chilly  feet
A warmth my toes do greet
For down I shan't compete
Pray, why  do you
Retreat?

A Filthy Tale



Today I endured a tremendous time

Gathering the trash of a littering crime

Sweeping away the filth and gunk

The flotsam and Jetsam inside my trunk


Dozens of bottles of sodas spent

Clam shells from sandwiches boxes of mints

From under the seat, old lighters and cups

With traces of coffee, or noodles and such.


The filthiest place to spend hours entrapped

All stinky and sticky, and smelling like crap

Five minutes in here, the windows rolled shut

A guy could expire from terminal smut