Undercover Icebergs

Undercover Icebergs

I want to let go, I want to know the answer

To an equation that is missing most of the arguments

Unbalanced and rouge, variables run off and grown

Outside the measure of up and down to balance to a center

Elevation off the reservation and the landfill left here

Tomb down the counterbalance in the clear traps of all that

Remains in the refrains of hick town of porch steps and princess crowns

Glimmering on and on like a north star for the bizarre

Love an imagined thing like a twirling plastic snowflake on a Christmas tree

December 11, 2008 frozen solid and the iceberg waits

Out there in that Arctic swelling in to clasp to this earth as Newfoundland

Solid as the myths that created folklore of sea monsters and Krakens sun bathing 

The engineering below is of a story so amazing of

The iceberg of manufactured truth

A snowstorm in Louisiana frozen blue

Cold to the touch and the rose buds

Wither and crisp on the tender nature of all that quits

Pumping blood, frost bitten

Red flower wilts and a begging man on inversed stilts

Dunking his head under the water to ebb

The tide of this iceberg island inversed, lost at sea

And a pirate’s treasure cursed, hoping for a time machine

As mythic means to cancel this nightmare and call back the seas

To their Arctic, to their snow falling on branches in Alaska

Who says it could never happen here?

Eyes to see snowmen crying in front and back yards in vagabond tears

Stories and lore and believe what they want in round about years

Piling on and on and then we’ve gone longer flipped than right side up

Stagnant in this iceberg, done climbing mountains

Done hoping for light, the cold isn’t melting it is cemented in this offspring’s life

Like a tether to this bizarre, enduring the climate for

I and love and you, icicles melting and descending into a Marianas grip

Anchor for now, accepting and how, the energy to keep fighting gone

The knowledge of knowing an inevitable reboot again years from now

Start and destroy, restart and re-destroy, mechanics in ruins and the will is gone

The truth is a frozen mirage bobbing in an Arctic coffin, batteries drained

God help me erase these names