Sunday, November 6, 2016

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. 

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