A Green Tea Winter
Hello winter, you're a little late.
have a seat, i'll make some tea
to warm your icy face-
Could you ease up a bit this season,
see that old man with paper eyes
and danceless bones...
can't wield the spade anymore...
he's a couple of carots and an old blue tic
beyond alone-
Along time ago you smeared black ice
under layers of God snow...
caught him off guard
...slid'em into hell
severed what he loved:
tobbagan rides
candle-lit eyes
white gowns and vows aflutter.
Now
every snowflake is the same,
A devil dagger to his mind.
white picket fence and basinetts
buried beneath the blackest ice-
Well, i can see by your silent eyes.
that you haven't changed a lick.
A prick is a prick is a Prick...
So go ahead lay it on good and thick.
I'll sling the spade and pic for him,
thaw his heart with small flower talk..
melt your soul with fists of salt.
I'll make the old man an earth strong cup of green tea...
so he can smell the sprigs of spring.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2012
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