Selected Poems
Behind the music: ice cube
He was born in a machine in Manitowoc, far to the north.
He rose to meteoric fame in Hollywood in those decadent 1980's
He was first noticed on that famous raucous night in whiskey in LA.
He was symmetric and perfect, with those diamond cuts that drove crowds wild
He went from empty dives to sold out stadiums overnight
He appeared in most every drink that year.
He slipped coolly, into the business He was rock hard
and ruthless, ice water in his blood, a glistening island unto himself.
It was his time in the sun, never far from those rainbow rumors.
He graced all the vodka ads, the ones with subtle messages.
But the heat of fame was too much and came the meltdown
and those days nearly drowning in Coke.
Then came that night of the crash, He lost control
heading into that corner, try returning home to the north.
He never got there and like Frosty, the magic was gone.
The next morning he gazed in the mirror took a long hard look
and realized he was a slushy wet mess. His days as a star, were over.
He knew he always lost his shape, when touched by others and he was alone.
He checked into rehab, but his time in the freezer wasn't enough.
Another hopeless night, diving into the alcohol was the last
He was arrested for impersonating a puddle.
He had dripped to his rock bottom.
and was confined to the Tupperware County Correctional ice cube tray.
His said his long stint there was the best thing for him.
So where is he now? He is living in Manitowoc.
owns the local ice rink and is never far from there.
He is clean and sober, married and has two ice chips of his own.
But the world will always remember the perfect cube that he was.
He rose to meteoric fame in Hollywood in those decadent 1980's
He was first noticed on that famous raucous night in whiskey in LA.
He was symmetric and perfect, with those diamond cuts that drove crowds wild
He went from empty dives to sold out stadiums overnight
He appeared in most every drink that year.
He slipped coolly, into the business He was rock hard
and ruthless, ice water in his blood, a glistening island unto himself.
It was his time in the sun, never far from those rainbow rumors.
He graced all the vodka ads, the ones with subtle messages.
But the heat of fame was too much and came the meltdown
and those days nearly drowning in Coke.
Then came that night of the crash, He lost control
heading into that corner, try returning home to the north.
He never got there and like Frosty, the magic was gone.
The next morning he gazed in the mirror took a long hard look
and realized he was a slushy wet mess. His days as a star, were over.
He knew he always lost his shape, when touched by others and he was alone.
He checked into rehab, but his time in the freezer wasn't enough.
Another hopeless night, diving into the alcohol was the last
He was arrested for impersonating a puddle.
He had dripped to his rock bottom.
and was confined to the Tupperware County Correctional ice cube tray.
His said his long stint there was the best thing for him.
So where is he now? He is living in Manitowoc.
owns the local ice rink and is never far from there.
He is clean and sober, married and has two ice chips of his own.
But the world will always remember the perfect cube that he was.
