Delta40
08-06-2010, 05:45 PM
frosty mornings
push my swollen feet
into sand filled slippers
I trip over the matted dog
rolling on the carpet
I smell the chook crap
God, the peck, peck pecking
at my back door!
When I switch on the light
my sticky sleep filled eyes
make the weak milky tea
an habitual medicine
It stimulates my awareness
to blood flows
tidal ebbs,
and peak hour traffic
push my swollen feet
into sand filled slippers
I trip over the matted dog
rolling on the carpet
I smell the chook crap
God, the peck, peck pecking
at my back door!
When I switch on the light
my sticky sleep filled eyes
make the weak milky tea
an habitual medicine
It stimulates my awareness
to blood flows
tidal ebbs,
and peak hour traffic