Michigan Icebreaker

by Charles Brice

So there he stands,
old Frank on the ice, naked,
his face a broken mask
of glee, raising his ax
and bringing it down
on the frozen surface
with the force of a man
in his twenties. The metallic

ring of ax on ice
echoes over the lake
like a rustic violin
causing neighbors to rustle
last night’s ashes
and bring their embers
aglow—nature’s neon lights bright
along this vast circumference.

We all know he’s crazy
and love him for it.
Eighty-six years of Frank
in fighting shape, someone
to whom a nice widow lady
would serve eggs
from her finest designer
chickens and wouldn’t turn down
should he ask for a blanket
and a body to warm his
cold and muscled mass.

Charlie Brice is a psychoanalyst and a freelance writer in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poetry has appeared in The Paterson Literary ReviewSpitballThe Potomac – A Journal of Poetry and Politics, Shadow Road Quarterly, Wild Violet MagazineZ-Composition, Arsonzine, Bear River ReviewBarbaric YawpJerry Jazz MusicianThe Erie Peace Voice, and The Front Weekly. His poem, “Goodbye,” was awarded third place in the 2012 Literary Life Bookstore Poetry Contest, judged by Robert Fanning.