Cold Day In Hell

the iceberg exploded upon

the northern tier in the form

of an abusive Alberta low,

 

and the entire city,

the city sitting on more

hills than Rome,

 

thinks thoughts that are

tropical and hears sounds

that are warm,

 

maybe jazzy,

maybe downtempo,

maybe whatever,

 

but the truth is that

the first snowfall

blindsides everyone,

 

from the schoolteachers

to the railyard workers,

 

they forget that the old

geezer loves it when the

seasonal mother gives

him his chance to go

hog wild on the planet,

 

because his favorite song

is Rape Me by Nirvana,

and it should be retitled as

Rape Them,

 

rape them again,

over and over again,

 

this should be hell redefined,

if there is one after all,

 

extremes have their place

in the annals of poetry,

 

and right now,

his iceberg of a work life

is about to smash into the

unsinkable Titanic of

corporate might,

 

a cold day in hell for sure