face down on the ground   stormclouds lie in white snowpiles all around   i don't know if i can make it through   one more winter in this town      voted worst in show the last two years   got a refill on my tears   another bottle of foam yellowed clear   old man twitching on the train    reminds us of mortalitly   the snow everywhere reminds us of the rain      and my burned and brittle skin   cracked and blistered in the wind    is testament to repetition    as the impossible happens again      so, what's your new years revolution   take off those ten unsightly pounds      the snow is piling higher    and your face is growing closer to the ground      raising your glass at the office party    or photocopying your secretary's ass    is no less pathetic    than our self righteously self important tasks       of barfing rhetoric on shiny table tops    as our collars and turtlenecks choke us right there    in the coffee shops   winter will not wait for you   ironically, your worst fear has come true    pontification means nothing      when i woke up    and looked around   i saw my dreams had melted into dirty puddles    on the ground