The Christmas spectacular being the show
The Rockette’s in spreading cheer in go
Dance numbers with their own range
Effects that add to the audience amaze
A weather forecast says occasional snow within Radio City
But I this case of no thought on pity
To dance and make New York City shine
Creating all the old fashioned assortments that come to mine
The orchestra have the right note
The feeling of movement like a boat
The excitement that just makes you float
Rockette’s kicking up their heels
Wanting the audience to feel Christmas in how it really feels
Having the audience leave with the dazzle and sizzle
The Rockette’s being the best yet
We’re getting closer to Christmas and counting days in get
Christmas is slowly coming upon
Radio City Rockette’s being marvelette  and the joy of being among
Christmas joy to you and your family being your crew.

fidgeting with fickle strings, twisting
pulling and breaking like eye contact
snapping, the sound of teeth cracking
out of the game, out of the ballpark
never hit a home run never had to run home
homeward bound is such a strange term
rooftops sheltering storm clouds
while it downpours outside the windowpanes
pained expressions painted with water
watering down words to find a format
MLA citations of a speeding ticket
slow down there, rockette,
you won’t get anywhere that fast
i’m going nowhere fast now
everything in slow motion now
space cadet, always spaced out
coloring pages with disregard for lines
patterns and patterns and patterns and
ripped out notebook pages covered
pages of equations of how to go
shooting out of this town like a star
burned out down to the core
aging exponentially to fight the decay
termites digging tunnels in the wood now
collapsing haunted houses
housing skeletons and coffins in the closets
closest person turn out the lights
lighting candles like a vigil
candied hearts with a sour aftertaste
tasting pieces of words as they form
syllables, stumbling and tumbling
rolling down grassy hills
bug bites, goosebumps, a chill
just play it cool in the depth of humidity
humility is a lesson to learn in the heat
heating up old left-overs for dinner
left-over bumblebees bumbling bumbling
where is that buzzing coming from now?

The colorful lighted Rockefeller Center Christmas tree
Thousands of tourist who want to see
Radio City Music Hall with the Rockette’s heels in the air
New York City at Christmas time, which no other city can compare
The department stores with their individual window Christmas Themes
The philosophy of Christmas in knowing what it means
I just got a news bulletin that Santa has been seen wearing a business suit
It wasn’t the red and white
It was Santa looking like an Executive in pinstripe and had a handkerchief like a handiwipe and was smoking a pipe
It was a superior brand from Saks
However let me think back
There was some assortment with both Bergdorf and Saks
Santa was seen shaking hands with the Mayor Of New York
This was a sight too see
But this is between the reporter and me
Yes it was Santa with a whole new business attitude
But there was a candy cane pin attached to his lapel on his suit
That was an attire to sweeten a business deal to pursuit
I can’t believe Christmas is almost here
Everything will be hung with special loving care
Those misfortunate will surely get a share
Christmas in New York City
Coldness in your nose
A look on your face as a perhaps in suppose
Then a surprise of a Christmas ornament engraved with your name
Special preparation being the aim
Look its snowing and lets have a game
Our hearts filled with joy and our minds concentrated on tame
As the sun goes down
The night becomes with all the stars around
A night to fall asleep and eyes closed in a sandman’s trap of bound
Finally sleeping with quiet and nowhere is a sound.

You…

You are the one who brought me into this world

You endured unimaginable amounts of pain just so you could gaze into my eyes

You spent many nights pouring drinks so that I could have everything I wanted

You gave me my best friend in this life, my sister

You rubbed soft circles on my belly whenever I had a tummy ache

You love your dog like you would love a child of your own

You stand on your tippy toes whenever you get overly excited

You used to dream of dancing at Radio City Music Hall as a Rockette

You open your tired eyes and listen to my drunken rants when I stumble home

You dyed my hair blonde in the eighth grade

You always encourage me to follow my dreams

You tell me my grandparents would be so proud of the man I’ve become

You let tears roll down your cheek whenever you drop me off at the airport

You would cry with joy whenever you’d see me off to a high school dance

You give me inspiration to do anything I can possibly imagine

You are exactly what I aspire to be like

You are the first person I believe I’ll see when I leave this life

You are the strongest person I’ll ever know

You are the one I love most in this world

You are my everything

You are Francine

You are my Mom

At lunchtime pigeons and pinstripes dance with Rockette syncopation in front of Radio City
following the lead of thirty balloons encased
in vinyl tugged down the 50th Street station.

A chauffeured limousine pops out
a freshly groomed and leashed Pomeranian
seeking reunion with her dowager owner
getting purple locks and cuticles nearby.

At the columned entrance of Manhattan Bridge
two lovers kiss at the Canal Street stoplight
while a Vespa owner stops near the pedestrian
walk to hitch the love of his life in full stride.

Black children in bowlers and their Sunday finest
share a car in the Connie Island Cyclone
with Hasidic eyngls from Avenue J
carefully protecting their yarmulkes.

In the South Bronx the children of 136th Street
practice belly flops on an abandoned mattress
before chickening out on the adjacent kiddie pool
decorated with aqua waves, clown fish and mermaids.

The Monday field trip will transport ten
young Harlem poets to the Schomburg Library
to eulogize when Maya Angelou and Amiri Baraka
danced a jig on the ashes of Langston Hughes.

One will write a Christmas story about the time
Richard the reindeer took the Roosevelt Island
tram to bring  presents to the orphans
after Santa’s sled had fallen apart.