Wednesday, December 3, 2008


my hands are freezing
thoughts stuck in time
not knowing what to do
Laughing as this cloud descends on me
The sharp contrast of the carmex on my lips
with that of the aluminum can
I find it amusing as we begin again in life
that some things remain the same
such as things said before in the winter wind of yesterday
The coffee black on the pot
I can hear it now
just as I've heard every year
since I can remember
During winter I see it as my ever loving vice
that I can fall back into
which I do just like the
yesterdays of my tomorrows
will all be the same with this winter wind

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