Don't tell me to look at the moon just to
see if I'll get up and put on my boots
for you.

you chinese fingertrap
you dripping icicle

You like to buy me gifts I've already
got, you like dried mangoes and hide
Dewars in your coffee cup.

you bullshit Santa Clause
you so last year, already

I walk to your house which is somehow still yellow
as if the sun knows I'm up earlier and bows
later on your window than mine-just to be seen.

you better than before
you every phantom ring.

We are playing a game late into
morning. We forget how it goes but
move pieces nonetheless. If we

need to be kinged we give each other a
decadent compliment. Your kissing is
tremendous. When we eliminate

some part of the opposite brigade by
means of jumping, we indicate
no harm was intended by offering an insult

of same dislikeness. Your sister can
be very judgemental sometimes. We
don't know woh was ahead and rate the pleasure

derived from an evening together by holding
paint chips to our foreheads when it's
dawn at last. Joy is measured by the color's

closeness to red.

A Christmas Story

an owl and a wolf are crossing a thick wood, together, during a snow storm.

they find a mitten

they live inside of it.

they find a cottage.

it is made of candy.

they go hunting

and find a baby.

they get caught by a farmer

and befriend his wife.

they eat porridge.

they eat so much porridge.

they never stop eating porridge.

then the snow storm stops.