Frogesque  
     
   
     
     
 
.

 
 
Minima

Crystal ice cracking under swollen, broken feet
Midnight frost whisping my choking breath on still air
Coiling fumes burning at my cheek,
Like glowing flames in the orange halo
Of a sodium light's mocking imitation warmth.
Stooping, black split nails scrape a but end
From the cold concrete slabs
That will mark my unsigned grave.

I shiver, mumbling, shumbling.
Walking faster to shed the chill gripping at my body
Aimless wandering. Not daring to rest
Else timeless sleep should ensnare
The tired aching shell I carry
And turn me brittle crusted
Like unswept fallen leaves
Dried and crushed.

A dog howls, crying to the moon
Another, angry barks, annoyed at being wakened
Sweet warm dreams disturbed abed.
Is it just the cold that stains my face -
Unwashed since ... When?
Or does a faint memory of crisp linen, bottle hot
Beckon with a Humpty Dumpty rhyme
And a soft kiss.

So my bloodied lips kiss the bottle
In shaking wracked hands,
Disease suppurating in every joint.
Body retching at the poison white-fire liquid.
No longer able to be drunk or sober;
Walking, walking , walking.
Away - from? To - where?
Death will find me soon enough, but not tonight.

 Frog 1998

   
 
     

e-mail

Froggy@frogesque.com