As conceived by the
Indulgence of a megalomaniac
Consuming an avalanche to give birth
To a snowman
To make the Fuehrer proud.
To make children cry
And dads contemplate their failure
In building the best snowman
Ever
Pervert the essence of
Snowman conception
High enough to lash
Out against fighter planes and
Fierce enough
To guard the
Great Wall of China
If set in the Swiss Alps
(do they have snow in China, I)
wonder
Number 9 of the world
Does that make you a Snow Nazi?
An ice crystal villain
Or simply a man of ambition?
"Either our lives become stories, or there's just no way to get through them ... this is why I left my life behind me and came to the desert - to tell stories and to make my own life a worthwhile tale in the process... So I came down here, to breathe dust and walk with the dogs - to look at a rock or a cactus and know that I am the first person to see that cactus and that rock. And to try and read the letter inside me." - adapted from Douglas Coupland's Generation X
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Reich Snowman
Labels:
Memories and Life,
Poetry
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