the christmas rush (for profits)

we share lunar nectar 

from the honeymoon phase

i’m melodramatic. 

a little bit insane

come on to it, 

we’ll get through it

furnished on pews at church for the bell

for those in the business

of avoiding hell 

a prayer for vast, 

wasteful riches

research and develop a needless

needle’s eye

and call it camel sized  

to scadge a tad of marked time

then a renegade point one nine

in and out caused a firm, wide flummoxing…

i’ll be driving the laptop home 

for christmas this year

happy/merry christmas, delete as appropriate.

my love and i shakily reunited, exchanging christmas gifts. she got me a guernsey. i got her a little scroll in a charm on a necklace. we decided to surrender to love.

work was busy, but i had a new thing lined up, and i was getting itchy for a new year, a new challenge, a new configuration.

my darling and i went to church to hear the choir. sadly it was their day off, so we just endured a freezing cold sermon. at least hell’s warm.