Poetry in Lotion

 It was a freezing cold day
So I went and got some gelato
Just to remind myself that it could be worse:
At least I don’t live inside a gelato,
or some place where it snows ice cream.
On second thoughts, that’d be all right.
To be honest, I’d like almost any kind of snow.
I’ve never seen snow before.
But let’s be clear: I don’t want to live inside a gelato.

 I had to wait around for a friend on a chilly winter night in the city (where it’s windy, to make things worse), and thought I’d attempt some poetry.  Thanks to low blood pressure, I get very very painfully cold and sometimes light-headed because there’s not enough blood going through my brain.  Hence this poem. 

I did have an epiphany, so the time wasn’t completely unproductive.  I saw a ratty old guy holding a stereo walking down the street, talking to himself.  Not really worth mentioning  – there’s lots of those crazy homeless guys in every city, I’m sure.  But then I noticed he had a bluetooth headset and I realised that he was actually on a phone call.  I assumed he was crazy simply because of his appearance.  I felt shamed – usually I criticise other people for being so shallow.   And this has made me wonder how many of the people in suits I pass everyday that I assume are on a phone call are actually just crazy people with snappy dress sense.