thoughts from old nick’s santa….

such
an
old temptation
lust
lying dormant
in most
the whole year long
until
that
ceremonial
religious holiday
when
kissing
coveted
neighbors
and
friends
under
the mistletoe
and
indulgent requests
for
needless gifts
reveals
its presence
in
the human heart
oh
some would say
it’s
harmless frivolity
nothing
more
surely
nothing
abhorrent
to which
i
must reply
is
a lustful
lie

happy new year…

 

rewind
set before them
the same table of despair
from last year
serve up
cotton candy promises
with multicolored layers of
     slow recovery
     increased employment
     low interest rates
     gradual withdrawal
place before them
a  full plate of red herring
     bowl games galore
     entertaining news stories
          of rescued dogs
          from flooded hillsides
while homeless children
find only society’s coal
in their stockings
fill their glasses
with the sweet wine of delusion
so that they will make merry
while french kissing
under the mistletoe
humanity’s
corpse