battling in the tundra
with other monsters
who have their own secrets.
with ringing in my ears,
going back in time
in daytime nightmares.
unblock your blog,
realize what you think
about me is wrong.
even further
theses days that
find me traveling.
turn the heat off
and feel the cold,
melt with me.
as icicles hang
from my mustache and beard,
and bandana hanging back left.
how many pockets do you have
to hide your memories?
I have question marks and chapped lips.
I am a fool, with books,
but they are evidence
of hearts of opponents.
with numb wrists from cold sick water,
I am trying to find you
on your best day and worst day.