Cabin Fever. <br /> <br />The firewood in the hearth hiss and smoke <br />refuse to burn bright, these limbs of a giant <br />will not heat my cabin this winter evening. <br />I must have done something wrong, don’t <br />know what. I have doused the flaccid limbs <br />with alcohol, drank some too, now the fire <br />is burning bright with an inner ice blue tint. <br />From the floor looking up I see the roof is <br />on fire. Someone knocks on my door, I’m <br />a pirate burning my ship, there is rum for <br />everyone; for the dreary I’ve diet coke and <br />for the loony there is low fat yogurt.<br /><br />oskar hansen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cabin-fever-2/
