Walking Home From Chipotle

You are a brave soul. If my walk home from Chipotle was any more than an average city block, I would need to remove my jeans and skivvies and burn them when I got home. Gut Drain-O.

Lol oh I'm quite used to walking, it was just really cold! Heh thought the bones of the poem as I was walking. It's a true story for sure lol.

Besides the physical benefits of walking, I find I do some of my best thinking and poetry that will never get committed to writing while I walk. It just flows so naturally as I step. One of the silver linings to being relatively poor I guess.

No worries man. I wasn't really trying to trash your thread. It's just when someone mentions Chipotle or Taco Bell...or Buffalo Wild Wings...I get a shiver and I break out in a cold sweat from the memories.

Walking Home From Chipotle and its 24 outside!
One mile of freezing hell as I take my steady stride

The West Wind on my face like a hundred bloody knives
It keeps beating to the bone in one hundred icy rives

Eyes kept to the ground there's a dead robin to the side
I pity him myself, that poor bird he couldn't fly

Over fifty warm families in their cars go driving by
I wait at the light to cross their coursing steely tide

A charming snow starts falling, one million pretty lies
Their beauty is beguiling these unforgiving brutal skies

My flesh is screaming questions for a thousand reasons why
My breath escapes my body in a steaming vapored sigh

I finally reach my door and haply open wide
And now I write my journey while I'm sitting warm inside.

***if I wrote a cool poem---it would be about moving to a warm climate from Chicago...

Lol I wouldn't mind migrating right about now lol. I love the snow though. I don't mind the cold too much. It's the wind that really gets you. Though you know that being from the Windy City and all, I probably don't even have to tell you lol.

living in a windy and cold city teaches you how to bend your back,
you bend but usually don't see what just one of your fingers could touch,
a thousand miles that have already been walked in silence and often grace.......

*****maybe you'll move later----my dad was 53 and shoveling snow off of his Chicago roof so it wouldn't cave it------so-----he moved to Florida----he had to watch for gators though...