Coma Toes
John T. Wurzer
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Well I met a woman with soft yellow hair She had fire in her throat and she had plenty to spare Whenever she laughed it was poems and prose But when I go her in bed she had coma toes Yeah her feet were like icicles rubbing my shins I asked her Is this where it ends and begins? She smiled as her ankles turned blue and then froze And slowly confessed that she had coma toes She painted her fingers in red white and blue She frosted her hair until everyone knew She colored her eyelids until passion arose But by the warmth of her fire she had coma toes Oh yes her feet were like icicles rubbing my thigh As opposed to the fire I could see in her eye Tossed toward the ceiling with the windows all closed Frozen feet in my bedroom she had coma toes When virtue and emptiness passed to the past I asked her if love was a thing that could last But because of her longings and her yearnings for snows She ran to the winter and became coma toes Oh yes her feet were like icicles rubbing by back I asked her if that's how the chips have to stack Let them fall where they may She said anything goes You'd better turn up the heat my feet have got coma toes From the top of her head to the ball of her heel She tried not to wander yeah she tried not to feel As the wind dies for kites and on the golf course it blows In just the same way she became coma toes Ah yes her feet were like icicles rubbing my I asked her What's wrong? Am I making you sick? She tossed back her hair and wailed nobody knows What it's like to be riding a bike when you've got coma toes Oh yes her feet were like icicles rubbing my I asked her If I get too close will I stick? She laugh like farm girl when the first rooster crows And she said use your head you're in bed with coma toes Well I met a woman with soft yellow hair She had fire in her throat and she had plenty to spare But whenever she laughed it was poems and prose And when I go her in bed she said I've got coma toes Oh yes her feet were like icicles rubbing my shins Is this where it ends and begins And she slowly confessed as she undressed that she had coma toes Oh yes her feet were like icicles rubbing my shins My thighs and my back with original sins And down to the place where the volcano explodes Interrupting eruptions corrupted by coma toes
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