November freeze
Invaded the air
Scratchy invisible breeze
Prickles my shoulders and knees
Trapping warmth
everywhere
The spine cracked again
A straw hat has slipped off my noodle but who the hell cares...
...For my pain
When
even the sparrows disdain...
...The bug-bears
Ten years have passed
Since I was created
With tatters of mouldy
bast
Pulled on rotten chips of a mast
In a garden located
A sack full of dust
A Yule-log disfeatured with fire
Two cans
and a besom enlaced by the wire
Corroded by venomous rust
With a rag for attire
The coveys of migrants pass out of
sight
All gnawers are sleeping
The lowering clouds devour the light
In the soul of the lonely fright
Leaving me deep in the
night
Along with my weeping
Friendless and reflective
Monstrous and defective
Broken and depressed
Just a sickening
cross between warder and jest
That's who I am!
Humbled and dejected
By the winterly thinking affected
Bare and
amusing
Afflicted and musing inmate
Dreaming to die in a grate