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.