Poem for Thursday, February 11, 2010

Haiku-Poem Chain

It was two a.m.

when he smoked that cigarette

by a pond of slush. . .

. . .Black slush, dark water

the density of snowballs

prevailed with ripples. . .

. . .He went on about

traveling, helping children

(the gin's what did it). . .

. . .No parameters

just elliptical patterns

and the goddamn fog. . .

. . .Wasn't there a girl

with a navy SUV?

Blues Traveler jams?. . .

. . .Who saunters along

wearing house-shoes in month two?

(The son of Jack Frost). . .

. . .Jack Frost and Black Frost

wagered with old Apollo

and clearly, they won. . .

. . .Because there's no sun

only ice and warm stomachs

(the gin's what did it). . .

. . .They say Mexico

is nice this time of the year

you Blues Traveler