The fifth winter.

Old fangled packages, in new fangled transcendence.

A vile of faith filled for March.
So I'll march in the dark,
through a winter so stark.

A three legged table for two.
Poured too much coffee,
and its draining towards you.

Turn up the heat,
find a phone book.
Balance the lean,
leave your coat on the hook.

Do all of these things.
That's how I'll stay.
Regardless,
I'll stay either way.
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Inside of this little town.
The phone books too thin,
we're rolling around.

I should call a friend for help.
Or hope the phone rings.
They can all go to hell.

Orbit the ring
that you froze off last spring.
The gravities more,
and I cant feel a thing.

So do all these things,
and I wont drop your name.
Pathetic,
I'll take all the blame.
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I'll learn to love the nights.
A shallow orbit around,
not left with much light.

Come stand with me out in the cold.
Take off your clothes,
and try to lie in snow.

We'll stagger this story,
with a truth I once knew.
The honesty's gory,
but it knows what to do.

If I blame you,
then I must blame myself.
I'm a man,
so I'll breath for your health.

Reviews

[Pi Cee]

Of course it exeptional, you are one of those great writers.

[Me]

An exceptional piece here! ! !

[dukovan]

Good call on the saw, simple and permanent. You'be added more depth to the piece with that comment..I almost want to work it in now

[roarke]

next time skip the phone book and use a saw....

good meter and lyrical form. triplets and quatrains.... interesting.

[Harmonica winds]

such a powerful piece of writing, so very emotional. Also tugs on the heart. Amazing rhyme scheme....like this.