the House with no Heat

the House with no Heat

i went outside this morning

and it was COLD

i said “DAMN”

it’s “Cold as a Witches Tit”

a saying i often heard

and repeated

i finished smoking my Cigarette

and went back in

and immediately huddled

next to the Fins

of my “Rolling Plug In Radiator”

and then . . .

i thought about

the House with no Heat

as i sat on this seat

constructing this ? Poem

my mind became adrift

and again i thought

quite a challenge now

because i was cold

caught in my own drama

but think i did just the same

i thought about those who may be living

in a House with no Heat

that’s “F’ed” up

imagine that

and i did

and i went to visit it

in my mind

that we, the inhabitants

may converse in kind

about that House with no Heat”

and i could complete

this ? poem ?

in spite of the dire-ness

of the situation

what i saw was

a sort of elation

for the children were bundled

and playing games

entertaining themselves

Momma was cooking

and Daddy was looking

at the newspaper. . .

last weeks i think

so i struck up a conversation

created some dialogue

about how Cold it was

in this House with no Heat

for i forgot to bundle up

my imagination

and i was shivering

quivering

as my imagination was slithering

back to a warm fireplace

burning brightly . . . hotly

so i asked them

how do you do it

and the all stopped

and looked at me

smiled at me

and said to me

that can’t you see

we are grateful

because last year this time

we were living in the street

with nothing to eat

so here we are

we have come so far

though we now live

in a

House with no Heat

(c) 4 January 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.