Stick a pin in the Sun

The man was so mad at summer

he began to wear red and yellow coats 

and black corduroy pants, against the sun. 

See that? he said to the sun.

Aren’t you hot? everybody said to him. 

He said he was sick

of being smothered

day after day after day

by the predictably tedious sun

not to mention watching the family outings; 

he wanted to get away from the get togethers; 

summer’s over, he said. 

And, he went on, I don’t like the Beach Boys. 

Anyway, he went on some more, it’s Halloween 

and that cold is so refreshing. 

They scolded him, but he said—

You know I know 

that the world doesn’t revolve around me, 

but I do need it to revolve within me. 

That cold is so refreshing. Or, 

I’m just used to it.

At night, the lunar snow will be his nightlight.