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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