You were made in March when the groundhogs sensed shadows
and the wine chilled itself in its glassy embrace
I was on whisky, watching late nights, and oh
The wires crossed and we did too near the fireplace
Winter shut the windows with its icy blast
and my rhythm quickened at Scene 4
where the door opened and the lady emerged
in a birthday suit and settled on the floor.
The cat scan showed your wiggly bits in May
and Momma smiled about the vortex of the man I made
growing plump and rich in a warmer climate inside
For nine long months the case of scotch disappeared
as you grew stronger and bulged out beautifully.
You were born in December when the lights went on
and Momma cuddled you chillfully!
In Jan you went to Nan. My impulses returned.
Feb came around rather quickly. A year gone
and a son born unblamed of the winter chill
or lusting whisky and late nights surging
outside/ inside wherever. I didn't name you
Jack Frost Junior for nothing.
There's a story behind every name, son!
Author Notes
Ha ha Ha.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC
You were made in March when the groundhogs sensed shadows
and the wine chilled itself in its glassy embrace
I was on whisky, watching late nights, and oh
The wires crossed and we did too near the fireplace
Winter shut the windows with its icy blast
and my rhythm quickened at Scene 4
where the door opened and the lady emerged
in a birthday suit and settled on the floor.
The cat scan showed your wiggly bits in May
and Momma smiled about the vortex of the man I made
growing plump and rich in a warmer climate inside
For nine long months the case of scotch disappeared
as you grew stronger and bulged out beautifully.
You were born in December when the lights went on
and Momma cuddled you chillfully!
In Jan you went to Nan. My impulses returned.
Feb came around rather quickly. A year gone
and a son born unblamed of the winter chill
or lusting whisky and late nights surging
outside/ inside wherever. I didn't name you
Jack Frost Junior for nothing.
There's a story behind every name, son!
Author Notes
Ha ha Ha.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
