Snow Day

Cold
Old
Set in stone
Grown to the beat of your heart
And the electronic ache of the telephone
Of course it's known
Of course it is
It's still your own
But moan
Into the equally mown grass
It's cut sharp
Paper cut thread clarity
Another beat
Another definition of me

Static on the radio
And outside
Sleet instead of snow
White noise
Bristle in your brain at home
The air is thick,
Laden with a leaden tone
It's shown to you -
Groan and moan
Scratch out the stone
For known this moan
This time alone
It's just an infant
And unthroned
This day's still new
Few
Mull and chew
And yours to own
And shown to you