Coffee cools a little quicker in the Windy City –
petty arctic air for-ces people indoors, it’s,
my park-ing spot I-called-dibs-it’s-not-yours, since,
I-dug-the-whole-thing-out early this morn-ing,
I coulda sworn only the poles would have these snows,
Sub-zero ice collects on my windows
as double-digit temps in the negative show
on the local weather reports, I’m mad out-of-sorts,
I’m daydreaming of the times I hung out in sunny-weathered resorts
and when people ask me “How bad is the weather out there?”
I kinda wish I had a more-better retort.
Icicles on my eyelashes, double-sweatered, for sure,
but you’ll still see at least one white guy jogging around in little blue shorts.
But apart from that one, brave soul, defiant of the day’s low,
everyone’s glad to shelter in place, and just stay home. -RSM
Midwest Winter Grievances:
Ice and pavement mix together below my toes,
encased in old boots as I avoid the slick sleet, bro.
shuffling my BIG SHOES slow; that’s the way it goes when it’s Farenheit 32 or below,
and there’s only one frozen path, the only way to go.
All the flowers, birds, beautiful butterflies- THEY’RE ALL DEAD.
Only us humans and other annoying lil’ ICE DEMONS still reside right around us as questionable-ass rabbits
gaze at my apartment building, and scurry right past’it.
Ain’t much positive, winter is the fucks,
got kids digging out the car for like, 10 bucks,
all the animals outside look mad suss
and trying to hibernate on the weekends is tough.
Me and winter go together like bacon and cement,
the winter is a squatter in my life that pays no rent,
But, after 90 days (hopefully) it’s a wrap
Call the cops on the winter, watch them throw him in the back, damn;
Understand, me and Invierno have our moments
But he’s just a bitter old man, and his age is really showing.
The holidays are great, as well as my birthdate,
But apart from that, the winter is an icy ball of hate. – RSM
Scenes of Chicago, August 2018 – March 2019
Rubén Sebastián Muñiz | ∞ 