when winter grows too long

Thoughts on winter

I will provide memories of goats
in long sleeve footie pajamas
regardless whether you want them

If you need tea, I will want it too,
and steal it from a lady
who said, “I have enough,
thank you.”

If you want a zombie unicorn
named Alfred, I will make him
from jujubees and ski boots –
that will be enough, and if it’s not
then I will destroy you with fists
and cold clam chowder.

There is nothing more to say than this:
God provides, I provide
nothing but insanity
and the distant yearning
for daylight savings.

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