Politics

hands so cold that they go numb
bang that podium like a drum
hair slicked back like candle wax
the other guy, he'll raise the tax

perform those lines like shakespeare
well rehearsed to make them fear
the last act in a national play
sound bites repeat what you say

dust flies through shafts of light
camera bulbs that seem so bright
think about some other place
but show your stony happy face

Comfort

tree bark bare and shedding twigs
icy wind numbs exposed fingertips
sleet pelting against the wooden door
dripping globes of frigid water

crackling fire raging with radiant heat
lights dancing on the christmas tree
savory aroma of roasting hearty meat
pastries drizzlied with honey sweet

The Psychopath

Take it with a grain of salt
Everything is not my fault.

A user, a manipulator,
A liar and a feelings trader

Snide remarks, then walk away
That's the game she wants to play

A Sensory Memory

what i remember most was that the clouds were damp cotton candy,

you could inhale them like icy peppermint smoke...

and hold them in your lungs till they burst.