Novadeckembers is a child's hand washing
insistent upon the nail brush to scrub the backyard
ineptly from beneath the nails,

Is the knee turned barometer with age
pulsing as the weather changes its mind and location,

Is tracked in time by the progression of lights
old red & green appear out of the traditionalists
white out of the Texas vacation home party nightlights
and blue with the advent of marketing and 1980s nova middleclass
not to mention inflatable lawn creatures and waistlines,

Is racing leaves and leaving toward the snow that only children really want,

Is dog's shedding,

Is soup to resurrect the grandmothers,

Is a crèche with missing, damaged, worn bits
where the cow left first,

Is more time in airports than at the table,

Is food, foolishly food filling tabletops, minds and Madison Ave
in strange dietary rituals refined to crumb ceremonies,

Is United Family Nation’s pending declaration amending brother-in-laws against violence acts to be suspended at the earliest sign of distain or aggression, signed on a coffee table, fueled by whatever possessed us at the time,

Is magnanimous acts observed magnanimously, mostly on TV,

Is the last Alligator’s Tear shed stingily,

Is the art of wrapping food, stuff, foodstuff and mania’s in brightly, lightly covered wraps,

Is Damn Cold,

Is the whispered topic of the tart's inappropriate red dress that belied the Cold,

Is beat-up old songs too tired to tell us to put them down,

Is Universal Love in a universe delimited by limits of geography, headgear, fear, and choice of cooking oils,

Is the Coke jingle-anthem urging large-group singing,

Is Santa's electric razor at 20 percent off,

Is wiping the memory of the this year's final digit with drugs and/or alcohol then
kissing inappropriately leading to god-knows-what hanging over ours
and everybody’s heads,

Is desperate and disparate Hope that Spring will make it all better.

11/26/2008

Posted on 11/26/2008
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