T’was the night before Christmas
And in his outhouse
Sat Ja quietly listening        
To waltz’s, by Strauss.
(Really, he was leafing thru Penthouse)

The ******* was fitted
With all manner of lights
That couldn’t be missed
No matter what heights

When up on the roof
There arose such a clatter
Ja, kicked open the door
To see what was the matter

So there sat Ja
With his pants pulled down
His *** in a hole
On his forehead, a frown

He leaped up so quickly
Through the doorway to pass
Tripped over his pants
And fell on his ***

Then flat on his back
His bare *** in the snow
He looked up to see
The roof all aglow

Poor Santa had landed                        
On that, small, sloped roof
But there wasn’t enough room
For sleigh, and each tiny hoof

Ja had decorated everything
So the outhouse, shone bright
And Santa mistook it
When he arrived that night

The reindeer slid off
Were hanging by their straps
And Santa had saved them
By grabbing, the roof *****

Poor Rudolph fell the farthest
Boy, was his nose beaming
Just then, losing his grip
Santa started screaming

Fly Dancer, fly *****
Fly Donner, fly Blitzen
Don’t let me fall into
This ****, Ja was fixin

Then just like magic
They started to float
And Santa, raising his fist
Did this warning shout
              
Be very careful old man
I’ll get you some day
Stay alert Christmas Eve
Don’t get in my way

Now, each Christmas Eve
Ja, won’t step foot out that door
Cause he knows Santa is waiting
To even the score
BOEMS BY JA 18

I mind,
and lose,

ever a rose,
beauty
nor nectar

a bee
collecting,
too much

to fly away.
For what
will I do

if I forget,
and try to take
too much

bounty
back?

I think the
Best
For me is
To just
Take what
Comes
Like the
Wind and
The breeze.

Sometimes when I am alone
I listen to the walls
and I read all of the words,
I have written
to cover me up.

this is for another
someone I never met

its freely given
to take or leave

this is a small offering
all I have got

a moments passing
thinking of you

wishing you every good thing
your cup running over

this moment is yours
for now and forever.

every new time
manipulating effect ...
'cause my factor
over a time place
variable....
is the candle
lighting the way...

To much false
In fake.
To many fakes
To make the false
What it is.
Starting to believe
Nothing's real anymore.

If you are going to let me fall
Have the *****
At least
To pick me
Back
     P...
U

If only I could preserve her motherhood in a bottle of glass, I could have forever slept in the luminous embrace of its hypnotic tenderness.