snow charges

there's a patch shimmering under the sky

on the south corner of bushwick

on the residential side

and i'm afraid i'll slip

most days when it's cloudy and all nights i stay inside

but it's 2:30 on new years' day and outside it's looking bright

and i could use some chips and a bottle of soda

for my quest to rescue zelda

trying to be brave

i touched the puddle to my tongue

and within a millisecond the bottom of my face went numb

and no one on the street knew anything was wrong

so i tried to wave my arms to find that they were frozen too

and i tried to run away

my legs felt like they were stuck in glue

and i started to hear a storm

through my ears poured freezing rain

and it froze my freezing brain

a handful of neighbors gathered underneath the awning

of the laundromat 200 feet from the front door of my building

and it smacked my like a pinball

and it crushed me like a wrecking ball

i was swallowed by a cold duvet

and the kids are gonna have a snow day

i couldn't bear to find out how the story was gonna end

so i closed my eyes and went to sleep and no one found me dead

cause everybody stayed inside 'til march

and a patch of flowers grew out of the concrete where i lied

some boy picked a dandelion to give to a girl he liked

and she gave him a kiss that warmed his lonely heart

now they hold each other tight

and stay in on winter nights