Winter 2006

Where the F is the Snow

Snow,
watch it fall from the sky, for every inch on the ground we leave a foot print behind,
checking back on it every now and then, we use it as a sign,
even if it gets covered over, we can easily leave it again. sometimes it gets deep we buried up to our feet
but soon it melts over cause u bring the heat.
we play with it build it up and knock it down,
draw in it to give it faces like a frown,
but we can easily build another one, give it a carrot to make a nose,
buttons for the mouth, it doesnt need any clothes
. capture it in a camera thats 3o millimeters,
so we can see it again even if it melts from the heater.
so we say that all is well with the snow in the sky,
but what if one day, it was to all die,
thanks to global warming we might not have any more,
no more memories, i mean snow, no more knocking at ur door,
no reason for the season. Its like the snow stopped our breathing.
Dont want to come outside because you are too busy reading,
whats the use u say,
theres no snow today.
so i walk away with an expression like this, -_______________-,
pound my hand against the wall feel the blood in my fist.
go home wish it would snow at least three inches
before i hang myself and hit the bottom of the trenches.
So next day, I got a flurry enough to scoop up, took to u, still not interested i see,
well we gonna have to see what becomes of u and me,
this snow has served as our memory, but no there is no more so thats the end of we,
i take wat little i have and place it in the freezer,
that wat it is safe from heater,
our last living memory, the last time that i see her....Ill just blame George bush and pop a bullet in his tush. -_______-