Like Frankenstein

somewhere smothered

under the glaring white 

lies my summer

you know

the three reasons 

I teach

june

july 

and 

august

and it's just

january

so.....

i've come to believe

just as much as Persiphone's return from Hades,

or Promethus's Fire,

it's my dreams

that melt the snow

we read Frankenstein in February

while I'm on Cabelas

filling a cart with fishing tackle 

hammered nickle, brass,

or chartreuse cowbells?

brown or brookie rapalas?

hell just buy them all...,

a little lighter action fly rod would be nice too
For those days I'm up to my hips in cold river

'aother pair of waders and

Dr. Frankenstein's search for the Elixr of Life?

... duh.... 

alienation rejection by our creator and society

really...

we don't need no stinking creator, 

we don't need no stinking society 

we don't need no EDUCATION

Huckleberry, give that monster a fishing pole

problem solved

responsibility you say? .... to society..  to friends ... to family

oh my god....

                       I could really use a new boat... 

or at least a new motor

hmmmmmm......

nature... oh sweet mother of mine

freedom..... 

I'll be responsible to her... and only her

I hear Alice Cooper 

sing'n 

school's out for summer...

... somewhere... out there...summer

on that ice

with that monster... and I'm chasing it

like Frankenstein