dumb weather man

today it was cold
almost broke thirty
i heard
my ear drums were frozen
so i don’t really
know, but that’s what it sounded like
sunny and cold, with a chance of cold
the weather man sucks
i could be him
up there with that smile
that finger
the pointing and gesturing
his cold fronts and warm fronts
he is just one big front
a grin pasted above his chin
telling me tonight
that if i peed it would freeze
and not make it two feet
but what a sight it would be
the anchorman chimed in
the weather man laughed
he pulled a sun from his pocket
put it over the coast
right near santa barbara
with a chance of hot
here we see ice
it hangs from the roof
the prickly points of winters mean front
that the weather man pulled
from his thick little finger
that i wish i could break
and pull from my pocket
a sun or a beach or an ocean
or two
and put under my feet
the sun on my skin
the sand in my…
ouch, never you mind.
a fried egg, some poridge, a dash of humor
and a feeble shrug
that’s what the weatherman gave me
it came from down south
not too far, but far enough
it’s all just a front
you dumb weather man.

~ by kevinthomas on February 20, 2006.