Maine, poetry, winter

What passes for poetry at 3am


ID vs. SUPEREGO

My toes are cold
My nose is cold
My fingers are cold
And so are my hands.

The cold woke me out of a sound sleep.
Even with my wool socks on.

I want to turn the furnace up but
oil is too damned expensive.

Fucking winter.

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6 thoughts on “What passes for poetry at 3am”

  1. Not a cold weather fan, eh? I like the stuff myself. One of my favorite things “when I wore a younger man’s clothes” was a tramp in the woods during or just after a snowfall, especially at night.

    But I sobered up a few years ago.

    One wonders why you call Maine home?

  2. I don’t usually mind winter. But this year I do. Don’t ask me why, ’cause I don’t know.

  3. hooseiertoo, I just don’t like the cold weather in my house and the sound it makes as it sucks the money from my bank account…..

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