Writing: No Snow Means No
Float frozen acid drops,
Blanket earthen heat with cold pressing pressure,
Burn tingle frost bite tongue,
Face harden red with constriction of blood,
Tight fight hat and gloves defending,
Almost see through flesh,
As rocket tossed from foreign arm,
invades the warm comfort of your movable fleece fortress,
Sm..............ack.
Strikes uncovered soft spots with rushing ice,
beginning to melt down your side,
Once safe, now frozen with burrrr....
Desperately trying to shut down all entryways,
closing off the eardrums, plugging the nostrils,
holding your breath til blue blood fills the face.
Absence of color surrounds all you can see,
eyelids refuse to blink for fear they might miss home.
Then, all comes crashing, slippery slick sludge throws
You to the static frost cushion below as dust covers
Warm bodied glow, and makes a mountain of your
Persondom.
Tiny gnomes set up shop, open ski resort on you honor.
posted by CG @ 3:00 PM
