Sandals on Ice Burgs.
My toes are cold
Frigid on nails
Exhale
And all I see
Is a cross
Rigid , insipid in colour.
Crucified to the cross looking
Polar bear
Naked
Galloping towards me
Meat fresh breath
Bering straight down
Escaping to the igloo
Inuit
And out again
Insane
Eskimo
With the husky voice
Barking
Jesus in bi polar
Conditions
Feeling the surge
Not a good idea
Sandals on ice burgs.
M J Martin
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