Tuesday, 30 December 2008

30th December 2008


Ice crystal spikes cling,
Tip of my nose remains cold,
But snot thaws through it.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

woodydogend of bastard rat
death of dad , death of dog
ponch and me
in year of ox

Sarah Pletts said...

Lives reverberate,
Communication is prized
In other time zones.