He's making
a list
he's checking
it twice
he's here to tell you
that Bud Light tastes
best when served over
ice

Merry Christmas®

santa has been
hired by the NSA
and [insert threat here]
is on the naughty list
this year so
you'd better keep your
nose to the Good Book
or else santas elves
are going to have to
enforce martial law
on you and your little
protesting buddies
for resisting the
american dream

all
Coca-Cola Red
Lily-White
and
Bud Light Blue

contradiction
followed by
contradiction
with

u n u s u a l
spacing

endless metaphor
describing pain
and injustice

wash
rinse
repeat

you're a poet, harry

The man
on the tv
grew a mustache
and I
wonder whose
permission he had
to get to
be allowed
to do so
as long as it doesn't
clash
against the throbbing
backdrop of green and blue
while neon gods
play America's game
and Christmas is in between
trying to sell me Bud Light

Scarecrow's burning
live in Technicolor
and there's now
a crowd gathered
talking in oxymorons
all frozen fire
and burning ice
but none of them
seem to have the
answers
or if they do
it's being kept
secret
because mysteries
hold ash better
than any drooping
eyelid on
the waves of slumber
borne ceaselessly
to a hopeful shore

The night came
screaming
across the sky
faster than
the sun was
dying
to meet the horizon
like I was dying
to meet
the ideas in your mind
and all the curvature
of your soul
and all the bits
and pieces of
space dust orbiting
those eyes that
can't quite focus on
anything other than
the horizon where
dreams and hopes
await the sunrise
to bring nourishment
and the eventual bloom
of reality
with creeping roots
dancing down our
brain stems
and into the
bottoms of our
hearts
where the truly good
in this world lies

Monday again
and the wheel
is flinging mud
and my sister is
frantic because
my brother might
be joining the
Church of
Satan
which isn't much
of a
threat
in and of itself
and I need to go
grocery shopping
but instead
I'm trying to put
my stress
into verse
as a means of
emptying
the overflowing cup
that holds all of these
thorny blessings

The sun was
a bit too bright
today
probably because
so many people were
seizing the day with
unbridled optimism and
taking the life that they
so rightfully deserve
and it made it rather difficult
for me to remain in a bad mood
until I was blinded by the sun
while trying to drive on the freeway
from here to there
with no clue as to which
was which