the cold
infiltrated
my cocoon
when i woke
my testicles
had icicles
and even now
the chill has
it where i
cannot find
a clever way
to merge the
two words
when they are
alreadymostly
the same

the polar winds
bullied the
warm westerly
breaking free
to swirl with
a frigid malevolence
over sleepy tejas

those goddamned
ice caps lingering
remnants of a
former ice age
too entrenched to
ever admit defeat

and an old man
woke with a case
of testicular icicles
because his thermostat
chose last night
to finally die

it was a good
thermostat
as far as those
things go i imagine
if i am honest
i mostly glared
at the thing as
the sun baked all
hope from the air
wondering how
the goddamned thing
kept saying cool
while doing nothing
of the fucking sort

and now i remember
it was always there
diligently keeping
icy growths off of
my nether regions

don’t have the heart
to tell it i ordered
a replacement once
i saw the polar swirl
is going to be an
absolute asshole over
this coming weekend
didn’t seem right
since i am not
entirely sure of
when it finally passed
just another ghost
haunting a frozen fool
an additional apparition
keeping me company as
i mutter things like
nutsicle? icicular?
shivering on the couch