Sunday, December 21, 2008

On The Matter of Christmas

A tree stands in the window
Fluffing out its branches
Like the jiggly cellulite arms
Of an over perfumed female relative.

Underneath, presents as colourful
As little girl's clothes
In a Goodwill.

Hanging close by, stockings
More pregnant 

Than any vice president hopeful's daughter.


Wednesday, December 17, 2008

On Having Food Poisoning

Shivers run up and down my spine
Like people in a marathon 
While shot puts
Get heaved across my stomach.

Javelins fly through my intestines
Like birds-
Determined to go south for the winter.

And you stand in my door way-
Apology smeared on your face-

Like that chicken had been smeared in disease.