TWINKLING LIGHTS
twinkling lights
strung along fencer rail
decorations delight
having held the hand
of a hand no other hand
ever before has held,
has nothing to do with
price of prime ham,
or chased by a hog
disgusted with prime ham
being held in a hand.
up to our necks in poetry,
prose and leftover spaghetti
from last night's supper.
and poetry has finally
come to this.
does this make you want to
cry or go take a piss?
I cry while pissing.
save yourselves! run!
Comments