Ode To Frosty
"The mayfly lives only one day. And sometimes it rains."
Napalm & Silly Putty
The absolute worst
are the snowmen
of a mid-spring surprise flurry.
The kind that
leave a millimeter of snow
with life coming below.
How fucking sad is it to be one of those guys?
Right from the moment of your erection---
“Erection”: a misnomer if ever there was one.
being closer to one of those
sloppy seconds sex
floppy half hard-on’s
than actual throbbing cocks.
You look like shit
An upright melting tower of shit.
Your snow is half mud,
half dead leaves from last fall,
and some early lawn clippings
thrown in for texture.
these sad-sack snow guys
don’t even have proper faces
when they are made
on that fluke spring day.
these hollowed out pits for eyes
and a gaping, horrified pit of a mouth,
permanent silent shriek.
Like they took their broken tree branch arms
with crooked stick digits
and gouged out their own eyes
so they wouldn’t be able to see
how pathetic and short
their shitty stay in the world really is.
Tree branches for arms?
you can’t even masturbate properly
with a tree branch.
I know; I’ve tried.
There you are,
a droopy brown lump
on the side of a suburban yard,
spending your lifetime
wishing the weather had stayed warm all along.
Dying just a little more
as the lifetimes of shitty sandcastles are set to begin.
Everybody’s a fucking Picasso sometimes.