Occasionally on winters icy regent mornings
Nothing escapes it’s grasp
cold air seeps into this old house
through every crack
creating a draft.
Through my clothes to the bone
cold withered prospects..
Even the oil bills regent screams
controlling extortion
making seamless activity
impossible to venture
Bio heat activated through false hope
blasphemy falls through my lips
with each new bill
tending to multi layered dimensional being
journeying through this laden crossfire
in this winter wonderland
I lay waiting in the dormant woods
waiting for an icy fable in february
scattered flakes
melting for springs return
