JACK’S NO FRIEND OF YOURS BUT LOVES THE COLD

WITH frosted window pane so cold to touch
Jack Frost has come to town to play
so lock your car and bar your doors
with a heart made of cold blue ice
and fingernails as sharp as knives
Jack is loose and has a grudge
The moon barren a vacant stare
bleeding flurries crimson flakes
a snow like river blood congealed
upon your steps you fear
now so near!
In suede slippers you shuffle
toward the door holding breath
and you peek thru a hole
see the cold and so much more;
It’s old man winter’s friend
who’s come to visit
No need to show him inside
a cold dark night your blood drains
away and you find he’s here
somehow someway he’s come
from beneath the floor
Jack’s no friend of yours
but loves the cold

:: 10-20-1997 (rev) ::

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