Thursday 8 October 2020

they pulled christmas

 they pulled christmas 

like a smeared window in the rain

neon antlers and a cherry nose

santa street’s oblivion in the early hours

of those early days when life seemed to be always on the edge of a smile 

but then there was the day after boxing day had flatulated

and the new year promised another christmas 

if we lived that long in whisky’s sour regurgitation

long down upon a sigh’s nodding

on a long walk home

when home’s light was trembling in a tear

and to get there was to forget

again

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