cold monday

in the cold november air.
i make parodies of birds,
fashioned from dirty cardboard and clutching
my own curling hair.

then the man took the money
from my pockets,
turned me out into the street
where i tried to send messages
with my mittened fingertips.
somehow flurries of words,
springing to my red, chapped lips.
bought the venom
that would keep me warm tonight.
(composed rhyme with my mind)
the type that sends you flinching
from the glaring morning light.

i want to hold your drunken hand,
your drunken way, your drunken stand.
a parody of romance.

Reviews

[Nautili]

I like the whole parody theme- of the cardboard birds, the drunken romance, and perhaps the way the "I" in the poem thinks of her/his life.This is a person who has hit hard times and is trying just to survive, and is not doing it all that well.....but during those times we learn true lessons in life that can make us see sharper.... make us be more real,if we put the addictions aside and endure them...there is always hope and times can always change... I could see the image of the person texting madly, trying to secure a drink for the night.....just to get through a difficult, cold night on the street. good write.