a pointless punishment 

for my eczemic fingers

janurian resolvers avoid 

pavements rinkish 

speak to the sun, the sky, 

the sea and the trees

mass palomas fly, 

sneeze around disease

rife and virulent, 

bring us to our knees

re-shorn past the 

pine scent xmas ceme-tery(eee) 

my fingers were sore from the cold. the streets were asheet with ice. i bought myself some yaktrax, remembering them from a personal injury legal report. but the ice was gone before i got to wear them. meanwhile, people were throwing out their christmas trees, fed up of love and goodwill and all that sort of stuff.