#1
The Fires entice
the price of fleece
and fluffy down
to go up overnight

The fires left me
Cold and alone
thrust from my home
before I hit three

Here in my digits
is a pen
drawing portraits
faster than
a race horse running
it's last
a burst of speed
finally you can
Rest

The fires belong to none anymore
if ever they did, nobody's sure
as if they even think about it

making the tent in a ring of rocks
making the tent again inside
and keeping the warmth level up to snuff

then they lay over
with each other
and rest

Here with me
No more love
Emanating
or recieved
makes me inferior
to the lads
with loving parents
at night setting them to
rest...