Pop music and Alaskan ice
Whiskey is cool and I'm blue
So too are the bloodied few

Smoke rises and inspires
Creation spirals into anew
Sending geysers ski high

Letting go the rigers of life
A summon of ice
Falling of snow flakes

Seasonal prices are here
Signs gripping onto holsters
Finding *** and coal

Air stale
Quietly rancid
Unholy desperation of breath

Job is old
Feeble are the bones
Lost is the soul