Winter's cruel breath lingers
as noxious clouds linger in the wake
of a closet smoker's lunch break.
It's long boney fingers
cling to the corners of frozen gardens
and tickle the brittle
edges of the river.
The malicious beast outcasted from
the season's brethren dwells,
as bitter resentment
plants its icy seed within
the heart of the adultered lover.
Creating the opposite effect,
nothing grows in its place
but a black hole
of not-things and apathy.

04/19/2011

Posted on 06/03/2011
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