Beat Poetry Or Shakespearean Iambic Pentameter? Why Not Both? We Present To You, The Ice Storm by Max Milano. Performed Live and Filmed In A Real Ice Storm In Truckee, California.
The Ice Storm
A Beat Poem by Max Milano
You Can't Die In An Avalanche
If You're Poor
She Said
But We Won't Die
We Won't Die Tonight
In The Snow
Or In A Flood
We Won't Die
Tonight
I Believe It
She Said
Lost Your Mojo
Where Have You Gone?
We've Driven In Snow
Up Volcanoes
And If A Mudslide Takes Us Out
So Be It
What Can You Do?
I Will Die With You
To The Ends Of The Earth
In Patagonia
With Punk Penguins
in The Ice
And Snow
In A Blizzard
Through All The Storms
Of Antarctica
With Scott's Frozen Corpse
And the Volcanoes Of Costa Rica
Because There's A Coke Head Upstairs
And A Herd Of Elephants
And The Rolling Stones On The Radio
Because I Love You
And Dying With You
In An Ice Storm
Would Be An Honor
An Honor It Would Be
My Love.
The Ice Storm
A Poem In Shakespearean Iambic Pentameter.
By Max Milano
But we shan't die, not tonight, not so.
In snow or flood, we shall survive, trust me.
I feel it in my heart, 'tis sure, I know.
Thy mojo's gone, where hath it disappeared?
We've braved the snow, climbed mountains, volcanoes,
If mudslides take us out, then have no fear,
For what can we do when nature opposes?
With thee, I'll journey to the world's ends,
To Patagonia, amidst punk penguins,
In ice and snow, through blizzards, bends and wends,
And storms of Antarctica, unforgiving.
With Scott's corpse and Costa Rican peaks,
And upstairs, a coke head, and elephants,
The Rolling Stones on the radio speaks,
I love thee, dying with thee be my end.
In ice storms, an honor to be with thee,
My love, an honor it shall be for me.