Your dirty T shirt reveals such secrets
Your tits catch me staring cross-eyed
Into the eye of your category five hurricane
My brown eyes and
Plywood secured in anticipation of strong winds
Coffin nailed shut
Canned and sealed with wax
Shutters dilated on a summer’s day
Oz is coming
The little dog has blown away
All wind and no pain secures
Nothing but
Relieves fears of drowning
I know we have extra batteries and bottled water
Stored away on the shelf next to the mummy
Have I ever told you?
You are as beautiful now
As you were a hundred years ago….
2009© T.S.
Ted Sheridan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-end-is-the-end-without-beginning/
