Not shivering
Nor teeth clapping
But still gloom pose;
Statuesque curving stone
Sleek window panes
Narrow road cobblestone
Streetlights in winter fire.
There In between
Soggy alley cats purring
Whiskers to heavy fabric;
My fists urge rabbit fashion
Deep warren pockets
Beside damp note book sheets
Receipts, pen lids, sticky coins.
Too cautious
With dawdling foot
Tired long coat tail;
Wavering cloth in arabesque
Sensuous leg falls
Rum hips, strutting about faces
Of dull gas oven stomach voices.
Gurgling intestines
Beam grows horror light
You become ornamental;
A rug or mosais silken dandies
Foliage, fruits, vases
Fancifully combined to patterns
I patter and mutter too long tonight.
Parked vehicles
Gastro crowds echoing
Weary aged ballet shoes;
The dancer stands on one leg
Arm extended rifle wise
Lamplight posy oozes a spilt
Portrait made from weather.