It's time again
cold outside, snow twinkling down
but I didn't bring a jacket
because I don't care if I
go slow or fast.
Bare arms, short sleeves
dancing about in the snow
I'm THE figure of petulance
and ill wills,
undaunted as I pass a neighbors
window in the street
a warming accord just over yonder
so close
yet so far away.
Life is really happening in there
happiness is taking place
a mother dipping out mashed potatoes
a father chaining hands
to say grace
a real honest to God family unit.
something that I'll never be apart of
or maybe I don't want to be
I don't
know.
I think, I've been in this position before
without anybody
how did I get out of it that time?
stripping naked in public?
sticking my tongue to a frozen flag pole?
No
it was a car accident
on purpose
into the tiger cage
at the San Diego zoo.
what a scene it was.
the first real action there in over a
YEAR.
But this time is different.
I'll keep walking till I find somebody
anybody
to spend Christmas with
even if I have to meet
the holy ghost, the maker,
or Santa Claus himself.
The fat jolly man
he can take me up
in his giant sled
kidnap me
nobody would notice
we could jettison
all the way to the North pole
string on a star
he can make me one of his elves
that way I can live forever
with a twinkle in my eye and hope in my heart.
And with enough time past
just maybe
I'll be celebrated
in the same light as him
or something close to it.
red and green.
- Author: Justin Edse (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 21st, 2022 21:30
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 9
Comments1
You are mad in the very best kind of way - it seems you might have some insight....
Fun write
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