Permanent January

Permanent January

A Poem by Kenneth The Poet

One third of the day,
he lives in an artificial
winter during the season of
polar opposition while he lives
the other two-thirds of the
day in polar opposition to the
complement of his
borrowed time,
his paid time.

The cold snap
of cold snaps solidifies
his blood and the organ
that pumps it throughout
his body, and since life
comes from the blood,
his heart, mind and soul
have hardened harder than
the heart of Pharoah.

Even the complimentary
time spent apart from
each other is not enough
to melt his ice block of a
heart, mind and soul.

And they are just yards
away on the same premises,
he in his cold morgue of a
warehouse, she in her
hypothermic cell of an
office, so it might as well
be a permanent January
all year round.

They only speak when
necessary, and that's
only when spoken to,
otherwise they are
roommates with benefits
and nothing more.

As the old saw goes,
matrimony is on the rocks
because their connection
has frozen over and not even
the inverse force that
Kirk Cameron capitalized on
could reverse how far cooled
their bond had become.

Maybe that's why the
cliche had become so
cliche, because many an
alcoholic has been created
by marriages that have
made the trip southward.

And so they sit frozen,
and when the inverse force
is finally applied, it will reek
of rotten eggs and
pure, raw volcanism.

And maybe that's why
the legal fire was developed by
the more advanced cultures like
the art of reckoning.

And when the final reckoning
occurs, the maybe the ice block
that is his heart, mind and soul
can became the polar opposite of
Pharaoh, that the artificial winter
he lives in can become the polar
opposite it yearns to be, no more
permanent January ever again.

Of course, if he followed
The Way of the Master
like Kirk Cameron does,
then the marriage would
have been fireproofed
in the first place.

And then maybe
the thought of a
permanent January
wouldn't be as
mentally excruciating
as the thought of a
permanent July.

Of course,
what does it matter
when a permanent death
sounds solidly better
than a permanent life?

No more January,
and no more July.

© 2011 Kenneth The Poet


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Of course,
what does it matter
when a permanent death
sounds solidly better
than a permanent life?

This concept has teeth and claws and leaves permanent scars. so, yeah. I like it. a wise man once said,

"I don't want to get through life without any scars."



Posted 12 Years Ago


"the" this word, I do believe needs an N, other than that I love this. I too am in the slow and agonisingly painfull, prosses of the "big D" and I find that I would rather forget about entirely! Wonderfully and Masterfully written!

Posted 12 Years Ago










I don't know... I listened, but - we can get comfortable with what is... and in getting used to it - live with it (intended). Going back to an EMPTY silence is different than a shared one.





Posted 12 Years Ago


many an
alcoholic has been created
by marriages that have
made the trip southward. Truth spoken here, makes me wonder why we stay in bad situations when life is too short and oh so precious.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Depressing. Really brought back similar icy territory from my own haunted past.

I feel you hit the nail on the head here -- 'And so they sit frozen/ and when the inverse force / is finally applied, it will reek / of rotten eggs and / pure, raw volcanism.'

"In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer." –Albert Camus

Posted 12 Years Ago


Dude I use to think January was 'not so bad' but seriously... depressing as hell (this poem)... don't get me wrong your piece is good, just felt like you gave up... or at least the character in this poem gave up... I was looking for an uplifting end. I was denied...
good write ;}

Posted 12 Years Ago


Nicely done. Thought provoking and enjoyable.

Posted 12 Years Ago


very enjoyable ^-^ heehee

Posted 12 Years Ago


back twisting, LMAO, really good read Ken, relationships and time are a bad combo sometimes...

Posted 12 Years Ago


many pieces of poetry here.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Kenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..

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