the rain is like ice

the rain is like ice

the rain is like ice,
i panicked and thought of a worse,
situation.
snowy banks and icey puddles slapped,
under munchy wheels and brown tyres.

dont breakit dont changeit. stop.
look around, properly.
everything you think youve lost,
is staring you in the face,
everything youre scared to lose,
should go.

warmth and well and food,
thats what makes the world go,
thats why some things fly and others die,
im blathering now and im aware that,
my toes are still cold.

the air outside is gritty,
traffic splutters and grumbles at itself,
hunched figures moan,
and drains drip the thaw,

dont call me. im asleep.



copyright cosmic 2009

poetry wednesday

giant tra=cks

i take small steps and savor,
the good taste of the wine,
of summer nights with roman vines,
can i get a ticket to new amsterdam?

lost.
two strange coins in a tired pocket,
i ask the guard for a signal,
to which i gave him my laundry ticket,
and told him,
"thats the one you want!".

there are arrows passing by,
and im in no hurry to buy now,
so, i greet the first person,
with a well earned smile,
and hand over one of my coins.

reflections are clearer in the dark,
learned are the fictitious,
and scarse are the many. so,
i bleed, and know that by bleeding,
i hear the morning call,
to which the very last coin,
was forged.

copyright cosmic 2009