Long dasher days, with the winter in my hair
Slasher days, huddled in cocoon fleece
And aching in the blue chill
The house yawns with kerosene
Sighing our love, enter the ice grey whistle
At our Barricaded door
That December brings, edging along the New Year
And the January month of a lonesome hush
And money down the drain
Then February's twinge of hearts, aloof,
Breaking or soon to be broken
Followed by March, its frozen lakes,
Its roof leaks, phantoms hung to dry
In the invisible sun,
What vampires we've become!
Us two, we laugh anyway
We have no friends, not really
Not for the lack of want, but for the state of our truth
We bleed it, drink it, breathe it...
And the two of us swoon at our mutual disgust
For the Earths minor beings
Before turning in with the snow
That smothers our driveway
And the white wolf pup, with her hearth eye
Crying in our hive
Tis' true, what they say...
Misery loves company...
In our case...
We wouldn't have it any other way.