MarkBastable
03-25-2011, 06:51 PM
Jack Frost’s Talkin’ Blues
(Lifecast Cryonics Facility, Arden, NV)
Ice in the Nevada sky.
Frost on the cactus-flowers.
Hailstones rattlin’ ‘gainst the tin roof of hell.
Drove along a dry creek, skirtin’ the chainlink,
Scoped by a ghoul with a nightstick,
A buzz-cut three-headed hound.
This ain’t no place for a breathin’ boy.
All flesh and blood is crystal and slush.
All flesh and blood is crystal and slush.
Talked to a traveler -
A snowman dozin’ in the carrion heat.
He came in on an air-conditioned wolverine -
Friends, family and a wreath of edelweiss.
In his crocodile billfold
Was a draft for twenty-eight thousand bucks
(The price of coffee and a donut, he figured)
And a picture of his homecomin’ parade.
A tattered black-and-white to remind him of himself.
A tattered black-and-white to remind him of himself.
Las Vegas on the skyline.
Chill summer sharks and popsicle sweethearts.
Snowman’s breathin’ out clouds of winter.
Life’s a gamble, he said - but he got hisself a system.
Snorin’ on the martini pillow, dreamin’ of the MegaLotto,
He sleeps like a stone, sleeps like a fossil.
And in the blink of a garter-snake’s eye
All he loves turns to sand and weed and desert air.
He sleeps like a baby in a shiny frigidaire.
Sleeps like a baby in a shiny frigidaire.
(Lifecast Cryonics Facility, Arden, NV)
Ice in the Nevada sky.
Frost on the cactus-flowers.
Hailstones rattlin’ ‘gainst the tin roof of hell.
Drove along a dry creek, skirtin’ the chainlink,
Scoped by a ghoul with a nightstick,
A buzz-cut three-headed hound.
This ain’t no place for a breathin’ boy.
All flesh and blood is crystal and slush.
All flesh and blood is crystal and slush.
Talked to a traveler -
A snowman dozin’ in the carrion heat.
He came in on an air-conditioned wolverine -
Friends, family and a wreath of edelweiss.
In his crocodile billfold
Was a draft for twenty-eight thousand bucks
(The price of coffee and a donut, he figured)
And a picture of his homecomin’ parade.
A tattered black-and-white to remind him of himself.
A tattered black-and-white to remind him of himself.
Las Vegas on the skyline.
Chill summer sharks and popsicle sweethearts.
Snowman’s breathin’ out clouds of winter.
Life’s a gamble, he said - but he got hisself a system.
Snorin’ on the martini pillow, dreamin’ of the MegaLotto,
He sleeps like a stone, sleeps like a fossil.
And in the blink of a garter-snake’s eye
All he loves turns to sand and weed and desert air.
He sleeps like a baby in a shiny frigidaire.
Sleeps like a baby in a shiny frigidaire.