Snap and snapette
Temperature Contest
Cold's not like hot.
You can withdraw when icy,
imagine temperateness,
even as your core closes down.
Heat involves fully,
inhabits you,
overflows, pours
through your pores.
Part of you realises
when cold, that warm
is a possibility,
however remote.
But overall I'd rather be hot.
Cold 's too close to death.
Cool, dry intake? Better
warm, moist breath.
Found Friday night footy poem
found some space
had more time than he knew
feeding forwards
an inverted torp-looking thing
that's home if it's got the wheels
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