Winter's Pokerface by Brandon Stanton
The Reaper, in my bosom sat-
freezing me from inside-
and clouds of lazy smoke rings came-
as if my mouth was on fire.
Playful snow flakes childishly sailed, dancing through-
the street.
The children then, softly touched down and wrapped the-
earth in a sheet.
Though Mother Earth was fully clothed and fed,
she was skinny, and cold (to the touch) as if she were already dead.
The night stood longingly, and forever lasted the eve,
A naked moon sighed a heavy heave, and slouched off into the trees
My lips had frosted over, my eyes had lost their knees-
A clashing chilly collage of snow and ash came to be,
and slowly and forcefully smothered me.