Ice age in a bottle

Need to catch a squall in
this minced crack. Nurse,

your cotton box of restive Snooki
encloses Jonas’ brother, Salk

Let’s get high. They may close
everything, but while we can

swig mint tempests back
and palimpsest, a settee, tea

I’ll swing in methane, thin with Maoism
and you’ll never have to go home