before I post my writing. I am new here. I'm still trying to figure out how this all works, but for so long I've been looking for a place to share my writing. thank you to mr. lance for making me feel welcome here. Peace!

It's Cold, but it's Rochester

This F**KING cold has gotten to me and Winter has not even officially begun.
All these years of cold, and freezing.
My bones are 10% Marrow, and 90% ice.
Central New York.
Every winter I tell my friends “This is it! This is my last winter, I can’t take it anymore”
But then I see all the Hurricanes, earthquakes,
Mudslides,
Drought,,
Typhoons
Tidal waves,
Tornados, on the news channels.
And I begin to think. “ the cold is worth not having to put up with those other elements.”
I’m a F**KING sucker.
Somebody keeps tricking me.
As I walk/jog from the supermarket to my forest green Chevrolet cavalier,
Get in, turn the radio on,
Light a cigarette,
And speed home as fast as I can.
I’m not fast enough for the cold.
But it’s fast enough to catch up with me.
Just as everything else does in this life.
It all catches up.
Wind chill of -13.
My pecker tries to hide.
Good luck.
I’ve tried to hide my whole life.
“it won’t work” I say too myself,
As I run from my car,
flick my cigarette and
open the front door
all within a tenth of a second.
Almost outran it that time.
Almost.

Brrrrr! I could never stand it, dylanhead. Never. I live in The OC, and keep my furnace at a constant 75... of course, I'm really skinny and don't have any blubber, but still.

My old haunted house has been here since 1908, and has never been mudslid nor earthquaked; I think perhaps they knew where to build here in this flat little square mile of the Santa Ana Valley which is Old Towne Orange. I'm right by Chapman University.

Hmmm... maybe you can leave when you graduate? In any case, I love your poem, and you are certainly most welcome here. Shawn and I began this freeminded place three years ago, and I hope you will feel at home here and enjoy it. Sorry about the software doing what it does to the good old word "f**k." I hate that. I don't have anything to do with the tech things, I'm just the poetry guy. But I do hate to have f**k fucked with, you know?

Respect and solidarity, dylanhead, and please know you are most welcome here with us.

Cheers and love, and, for heaven's sake try to stay warm,

+Stevie