Lizard in a Blizzard
Breathing white fire
in freezing air,
winter dragon, albino
already extinct dinosaur,
I am a truly terrible
lizard. The heat lamp
recedes from the terrarium,
the heartbeat from
the sternum. Star
points on my snakeskin boots
kick me in the blue
seat of my pants, time
stamped and out
dated, an out-of-date newspaper
scraped together
from hearsay, heralding a black
and white blizzard of the big screen.