In Comic Relief

[Brownlie]

An attempt at light comedy at the end of a long heavy winter.[/u]


In Comic Relief
When it's warmer on Mars than the tip of your tongue
and salted cars are seasoned like wind-whipped faces
bent toward the rumored spring

when frozen beards beg tropics to hibernate
and we ration ever thinning fats
for a tardy, tardy morning

when sled dogs are a team of doubt
and howl at angels flying south
- the sun is a stranger

When lament is the song we are given to dance
and salted scars are reasoned as wind-whipped faces
bent toward the rumored spring

when tuxedoed penguins are under dressed
and haunt the strip malls busking for krill
with no heartsong to sing

when a snowy owl with an icy mouth
cries foul at angels flying south
- the sun is a stranger

So when at last he appears in a scene as brief
as a smile through chattering guillotine teeth
and pretends amends in comic relief
we don’t suspend our disbelief
- the sun is a stranger

Ra Ra Ra, Ra Ra Ra Ra

I thought the ending was funny.