Iguanas are falling

out of the trees

in Florida. Online,

the Mona Lisa

further freezes her smile.

Positive thinking is

breath rendered

over zero. In South

Carolina, a man became

a popsicle, buried in his

homeless wrapper

of  tent.

Visitor at church

declares: "Gotta

phone home about

the welfare of my

snapping turtle."

I see the signs. I may be

possessing them. Apostles

and apostraphes of

ice scribbled in the air.

We sing hymns of

firewater, waller in

our homilies with

gospel hypothermia.

Exhale, and we rally

frostbitten tourists

overseas. Inhale and we

invite the mercury

to stand - on its head -

the Eiffel tower.