Is it the winter white solitude that engages me?
Or today's recycled salt-filled air?
The peculiar stench of stagnate and wrongs
That has come to my eyes microscopic glare;
My burning nose is ever keen this night
My eyes recall this past unrelenting sting
Recalling the night of the: 'Roof Walker'***
Whose ending is sure to come before the Spring;
Woe to you Sonja and...
Aiding and abetting your friend: rancid coffee of bile
Next door is much too close for your 'ease'
Comfortless, am i, in this your heavy handed guile;
Scaling the fences and walls ever brazen
But un-'victorious', none the less
Caught- 'RED HANDED' in camera
Soon arrested but will you all confess?
By, Theodora Onken
January 25,2013
Post Script ***
Too Bad Jonah wasn't still around
Even though his license has expired
Am sure he still knows all about
Plumbing and gasfitting.
Thank You Michael T. And Robert P.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem