Frostbitten Fingers Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Frostbitten fingers
from film future summon clown
though[t] old ways linger

Whence whither wither
fair weather friendships disown
defenceless dither

Is freedom ginger
beer froth full [f]ill for ego
survival binger

or Döppelganger
intellectual [g]host [g]own
mor[t]al [m]ask [d]anger

Mind's siren singer
mines fools’ gold pyrites known
as strict dead-ringer

Time's trial stinger
faults thought lines, triggers meltdown
for Life's cliff clinger

Poor puppet stringer
[s]peeks references Fate drowns
free-will bell ringer

Pendulum swinger
hangs upon hairline crack crown
till Death downs springer

Frostbitten fingers
beckon to a cold New Year
while the old one lingers.