when it rained

i wanted to know

when it rained

why on earth

that man thought it was snow.

his pregnant belly

like a plastic bag

of hot pants

and peanut butter jelly;

his silly laugh

flat as a FOX tongue

late at midnight

in a lukewarm bath;

by the public door

of a big white house,

his orange hair

on a bedroom floor

wild as a deer heart

but dead on arrival,
sputtering,

and never to start:

i wanted to know

when it rained

why on earth

that man thought it was snow.

in his masculine pose

one big hand small

advertising

like New York broadway shows

i wanted to know

when it rained

why on earth

that man thought it was snow.