Sunday, October 7, 2012

Clouds on Fire

Our world
is a perfect circle

an island.

And it’s imploding
through a door
outside of your front

An age of permafrost
and apocrypha.

Ice will keep your drink cold
ice will keep your body fresh from decay

ice will only melt
if you allow it
the privilege;

it’s nice to be on the verge
of freezing to death
once in a while.