nice and short today...

Its cold. Very very cold. I had gotten far too used to the El Nino/global warming one-two punch to be left in this chilly mess. Eh well. Life goes on.

He[r] P[e]as Were Gol[d]en in a Time of Rust

There’s a demon in my belly

And how frighteningly enlightening

It is to watch him nibble on my naughty bits

He walks on one leg

Surely it’s more of a hop of sorts

A tired ramble through the deeper side of nowhere

How shallow I’ve become

Seat locked in an upright position

While I’m slouched and relaxed

Cuddling my seething hellion

My telltale heart is a trembling hand

And all the finest ale’s.

Bed bugs and dust mites deter the weary

For the rest I resort to wit

If I find failure in that

I am left no choice but to flutter by with the butterflies

And the effects are spectacular.