Friday, June 3, 2016

cold feet

cold feet

Cold Feet

 My legs are cold turning into lumps of ice
If I get up, they may break off
like icicle on roofs
In Oslo when the spring comes
around
Many people are killed that way an
instant frozen
Diffusion a deep frozen head that
can’t remember
Yesterday, but there is nothing one
can do about it
It is forbidden to walk in the
middle of the road.

Am I a snowman in a big garden left
alone at night?
Don`t people know a snowman too can
feel cold
despite coal eyes and carrot nose a
warm heart
beats and looks in the Guardian to
find a mate, but
the ladies demand too much wants me
to be funny


entertaining and most awful of all
sociable.

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