We are frozen

Frozen in the hinterland

We are posing

Posing with scrapers in our hands

We are nosing

Ever so slowly toward the promised land

The promised land of sun

 

They are bending

Bending in their icy vines

They are sending their branches

Crashing on our power lines

They are fending

Off destruction by causing mine

I can only be mended by

The promised land of sun

 

I am bumping

Bumping off these four narrow walls

I am thumping

Up and down these narrow halls

I am slumping

And I can’t wait for this season’s end

I am jonesing for

The promised land of sun

 

I am seated

Seated in a frozen car

I’m defeated

Though I really wish that it would start

I am beaten

And I’ll have to go on back inside

And wait there for

The promised land of sun

 

It is pretty

Pretty fucking cold outside

It is slippery

Not what Paul Simon had in mind

It is nippy

Makes your bladder itty bitty sized

Alerting you to head for

The promised land of sun