Frost Giant

The myopic frost giant
wanders the soiled, mechanical
landscape bearing a great load
of club and libating potion
since his great and noble steed
feels so sickly, but his life is
devoid of the magical overtones
that this passage should evoke.

But, bearing false witness
is the spice of life, isn't it?

And so the frost giant
carries his space age material
jugs and opens the sickly lid
to feed the depressed cells
beneath, starved rows in
triple rows of double triple.

And he perspires, so much so
he's the non-reincarnating
reincarnation of the
Wicked Witch of the West.

He wasn't born a frost giant,
his capitalist masters made his so.

He was born myopic, of course.

And so mythic fantasies of grandeur
course through the nerve vessels
just so he can maintain his sanity.

He decides to ride
his great and noble steed
around his hole-in-the-wall
ice cave while hoarding his boxes
of delicious cookies and pastries,
while his trusty elfen sidekick
gives him advice on the best way
to save time and cut corners.

And how to walk the dog
in a non-perverse way.

And when the frost giant
deems it right and best,
he directs his
great and noble steed
to pounce on lonely pallets
with its mighty tusks
like they were flighty gazelle
on the African savanna.

But neither the African savanna,
or the ice cave itself, is the
natural habitat for the
frost giant and his
great and noble steed.

Maybe he's willingly
eaten too much
refrigerant-laced ice
and that's causing
these grand illusions.

Or more grand delusions,
because Styx has been
anally raped enough in print.

And so he grabs his booty,
places them on pallets and
sends them off on
wheeled centipedes
to such exotic locales
as Isabel, South Dakota
and Siren, Wisconsin.

Day in, day out,
ad infinitum,
ad nauseum.

The sine wave experience,
in other colorful, confusing prose.

No wonder we teach
our offspring about
Walter Mitty, but its
application is slightly
different for the
Nintendo generation.

We entertain ourselves
at times we shouldn't
and maybe the application
isn't that narrow after all.

And so the frost giant
continues thinking and
daydreaming, and wondering
if he can become like
Link or Zork.

We live in the fantasy land,
the grand illusion of ideals already.

Author's Note

Reviews

[NightShade]

Some folks play RPGs. I LIVE them! Well, I would if I could...

A quest: Make ready your arcane devices to seek out the secret caves of current and draw forth your weapon of currency at only that moment when you have found the ancient relic (Dating back to the August Lords of 1985). Scry into it, the meaning of waking life dreams. The Sacred word of the experience, on the cover of the Most Holy of discs, is BRAZIL. There you will find the laughter of dark and the truth of the mad...

No, really. I suggest you watch that film, if you haven't already. It's a much darker satire of Mitty; couple with Orwell's 1984. That's kind of what this brought to mind but I had to roll a d20 to see if I could relay the message...

F*****g AWESOME work, man!

[joshua deathdealer]

This is the stuff legends are made of. I've read it like three times and every stanza is wonderful and full of thought provoking imagery. Most excellent work...xx Oh and I love the song as well....styx....xx

[Brad]

i couldn't help but think of Tolkien when reading this. you've quite the expansive imagination to bring about such characters and circumstances...enjoyable throughout

[Chris]

Its hell being you on a bad day... heck, its hell being ANYONE on a bad day. Zork took intent and imagination...

Chris

[DearSweetAgony]

This poem is really interesting, I couldn't stop reading.
Its very hard to keep a story within a poem but you have done just that very gracefully in this write.
I really love the unfiltered metaphorical way of this write.
I enjoyed reading, flawless job.

[Judy Ponceby]

Holy Shmackerals, Dude! :) That is awesome! A grand tale told in incredible, fascinating imagery. Very thought provoking as well. Enjoyed this muchly :)