Winter of my discontent by Steve Podielsky

cock-eyed but not whiskey bent enraged and targeting winter of my discontent

Trip to tip avoiding slip I admire the sweat on your brow beads on your lip as we woosh into mindblown morning sun burning, snow falling J. Frost takes a haughty bow and I am shunning all who plow and shovel and worry bout this frozen mass a zombie winter killed and refusing to pass!

The mirror does not agree with inside thoughts of youthful me as I furrow and frown at crooks and crags anew it's still just me next to you and years are eager to bait my ire like wayward dogs a funeral pyre awaits this aging self birthed and stoned with amethyst intriguing visage newly kissed by Father Time mauled, a latent bris the cut so bitter-deep not even the finest sauterne could syrup sweet

tenfold tears of salt and lime I thrash and thresh through tortured visions my life - a rhinocerous skin-grafted to screaming lamb white fleece thrown to flock like hand hacksawed from mousified clock as berserker grey wages bedlam and war I stoop to pray pray once more

04/27/2005