THE SNOWMAN
Here I sit
Frozen in space
Slowly melting.
I will leave no trace.
Golf ball eyes
Such a terrible choice
No contrast at all
To my teetering head of snow and ice.
How wretchedly dull
My carrot nose.
A rusty harmonica keeps my mouth
Perpetually idiotically closed.
But the saddest aspect of my anatomy
Is the absence of legs
To take me from this suburban yard
To flat and featureless arctic ground
Where whip-cracking wind is the only sound
Where I could dance
And delight
In a solitary romance.
Yes, I’m doomed by this dwindling cold
That melts my heart
And melts my soul.
They’ve imprisoned me here
With no escape
No stay
No parole
For my soon to be
Liquified whole.
My heart was never meant to melt
To feel love
To feel warmth.
My soul could never take delight
In tulips blooming in the spring sunlight.
If they made a mate for me today
I would wait for darkness and hold her close
Steal her coldness and laugh
As she vaporized and rose to the sky
Where I would rejoin her by and by.
