Damn You October!For your ghastly wind has brought out the winter clothes that bind us!I miss the tits of summer and smoking outdoors gives me chapped lipped talk!It nibbles the filters of my ciggeratte as it takes me ten minutes to utter the words "Open the door!"How I long for the warming kiss of July,with its itchy smells of clipped grass and the smoky cardboard fire starters of backyard barbques...
The Winter is for hibernation and peacefull dreaming of tropical islands and grassy skirts,palm trees and mai tais,and exotic locales scaled down to fit your special corner.The warm womb of my bed is at times for peacefull slumber,and others of wild thrashings of extasy that make me forget the miserable cold that makes my trees miss me,but only for the moment.
Spring calls to me from afar and implores me to hold out my weary son.For I will be with you again.In the meantime stop your whining and be a man