Shiver

As the sun set in the west
the holes became more evident
as I pulled on my woolly vest
and the cold air rushed through
to chill my boobs.
I shivered in the dying sunlight
as I rooted around for
my thread bare jacket.
All the time the wind
howled with a chuckle
over the predicament I was in.
I retreated to the safety
of my straw filled bed
that collapsed upon the floor
as I rested down my head.
Then the roof caved in
and the stars looked down
with the moon and smiled
at this fool that laid there
shivering with his boobs turning blue.

24 September 2010

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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