Wednesday, September 19, 2007

the cold addles my brain

sink full of dishes
spider under my bed
socks split like brothers at a fair
but with no happy reunion in the end

the sirens call of hob nobs
late light and early dark
yellow stripes and pink polka dots
the spider's got my socks

5 comments:

Spunky Monkey said...

"socks split like brothers at a fair
but with no happy reunion in the end"

Nice! And congratulations on the The Aldgate Fast being published. That was very nicely written indeed.

Shyam said...

Hmm... I thought you'd disabled comments - until I highlighted the post title and de-lurked the text! :)

Love this pome :) Spider got your socks? time for a new pair!

mumbaigirl said...

Addled mine too. Just want to stay in bed and not get out. And what's with the spiders-they're everywhere!

Mumbaiwallah said...

nice. Reminds me of a Wendy Cope poem (two, actually) on socks.

Aarthi said...

oooooooooo...i love this poem