the secret to aspics:
one of those gelatenous poems encompassing all holidays
hodgey podgey with bits n bobs of things
a little food coloring and TV fireplaces
(please lort, sans music)
Tag Archives: Christmas
no. 35
tonight’s reality is brought to you by delivery pizza and blue Christmas lights
tomorrow we place our faith in crock pot chicken
no. 33
interpretations of the season wage on
boxing punch drunk under a laughing moon
as sunrise rewrites itself crisp
over yet another diseased landscape