Your dirty T shirt reveals such secrets <br />Your tits catch me staring cross-eyed <br />Into the eye of your category five hurricane <br />My brown eyes and <br />Plywood secured in anticipation of strong winds <br />Coffin nailed shut <br />Canned and sealed with wax <br />Shutters dilated on a summer’s day <br />Oz is coming <br />The little dog has blown away <br />All wind and no pain secures <br />Nothing but <br />Relieves fears of drowning <br />I know we have extra batteries and bottled water <br />Stored away on the shelf next to the mummy <br />Have I ever told you? <br />You are as beautiful now <br />As you were a hundred years ago…. <br /> <br />2009© T.S.<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-end-is-the-end-without-beginning/
