Richard's Poor Almanac by Richard Thompson for January 16, 2014
winter haikus in the empty space immortal beneath the soot parking lot snow pile. jello from a mold wet sand from an upturned pail laughable hat hair. 10 0 10 muffled scream agh if i hear that phrase "mass of arctic air" once more i think i will scream. boy: whine whine whine whine whine adults are like, so wimpy girl: snow days suit me fine.