a mental conversation
so whats this about cold feet now?
well yeah, its minus thirteen with the wind chill.
hows that for some cold fuckin pigs.
your nose goes raw
and dead
in a matter of seconds.
its lifeless outside,
and i worry about the homeless,
and the vagrant.
those with nowhere to go
no one to help them off that sewer cap,
out of that seldom seen doorway.
and i think we're all
just a day away.
a bad day away from the madness,
the mania,
the mental mercury
bursting.
rendering our emotional thermometers
dead
leaving us to freeze,
on that sewer cap,
or seldom seen doorway.
one bad day away
from a freezing cold night
as this.
so whats this about cold feet now?
oh... those type of cold feet.
no, no.
im all set.
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