New Year Blahgs

anticipation of the
season
departs
leaving ghosts of
wrapping paper
flitting through the naked
branches of the
erstwhile
Christmas tree
her lying in
now imminent
gestating in the flames of
the new year's
bonfire

bills now due
stuffed in
mortuary bags
companions to
unread
Christmas cards
the temporary residence
of gift cards
raped, discarded
gone


Moses called today
well
Moises called
phonetically
the same
centuries
of difference
leaving the remains
confusing

anticipation
the curse of
the season
anticipating
joy
peace
love

anticipation
the perfect gift
alread sold
the perfect meal
argumentified
the carols of joy
moodily mumbled
anticipation
lost in reality

when
an unexpected hug
a smile of thanks
exclamations of surprise
thanks
joy
peace
love
surprise

is what
Christmas really
is

Trim the Blog

lights glint
off ever imaginable
surface
mundane
now illuminated
by the softly
riccocheting
steaming shades
of blues reds yellows greens
they sink into my soul
and color my life
with Christmas

Blog Time

I want to play

My half finished paper
lies on my desk
but
I want to play

My half cleaned bedroom
a confusion of
neat clothes
and jumbled papers
lie on the bed
but
I want to play

I run past the kitchen
grabbing a soda
on the way
ignoring the chaos
of dishes unfinished
but
I want to play
now
first

Homework Blues

I read the paper
five times
each time
I read the paper
one line farther
than the time before

I read the paper
six times
each time
I read the paper
one paragraph farther
than the time before

I read the paper
ten times
each time
I read the paper
one page farther
than the time before

but I don't remember
reading it
at all