Frozen Love Poem by Thomas Case

Living on the Scandinavian streets have
humbled her. No Christmas cards with
a 20 spot anymore. No trust fund.
All the money vanished like
the last spider of vodka,
like a dropped bottle of beer.
She could go to a shelter by herself,
but she chooses life on the
streets in the brutal winter to be
with her broke Swedish boyfriend.
Love is lunacy- sometimes frozen.
Two dead friends last year on a
mad moonlit night.
human icicles on the Iowa City streets.

One time, while drunk, her and I stole
the neighbor's canoe. We had her
little black dog with us.
I dubbed him, Senator Ted Kennedy;
probably because we were all drunks.
(not the dog)I don't think...
We wrestled the canoe into the Iowa river,
and immediately proceeded to tip it over.
The canoe sank like a bad bet by
Hunter S. Thompson.
We could've easily drowned, but we
laughed our asses off, choking and splashing,
except Teddy, he swam for Boston.