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can you feel it?                                                            can you feel it?


(it is global)


                      it is christmas
                      (& the snow weeps)
                      the candle fli(once, twice)ckers
                      the snailurns grasp their antenna and brown curls
                      (& the rudolph eats & drinks mulled wine)
                      the drop of water on counter A is earth
                      (& the cookie on table c is mars)
                      ponies (blue hair bandOUCH) prance in princess pupils
                        the candl(flicker, flicker)e
                  the door! opening! slowly, but with feeling! cl  ou d  s  ?
                    shrowded! like mark brown! slided...ornamental...
                    bleeding oval nails...chocolate laugh, full of transfat...
                    and the tickling sneezes! small, but with feeling! full
                    flush head of beard, withered but neveryoung, coal around
                    his midsection, coal on his feet, coalfeet, coal dotting
                    his coat but no longer his face (ever?). says he strange
                    things. carefully apolitical. what if I were a boy?
                    is it the same?
                        he eats. the cookie.
                          (& rudolph cannot fly so...sugary saturated)
                        he breathes. in. (& out, & out, &...)
                        he balletly lunges for the ibis sack,
                        grabbing metallic knivedolls and carcinogen(baby, it's coldd)s
                        the prickly masses rustle with applause.
                          (& he is alone again. forevertwentythree)
                        the glass
                    breaks! the sound! magnificently maginfied! has he been
                    out! forgetting sense! jumping, twirling, swirling like
                    a cupcake! down and out! leaving his dignity with
                    drunken arnold, the forgotten mooncalf of his
                    jo.l.lly. old unmotorized vehicle!
                        he twitches his face like a virgin.
                          (& waits for new years, when he can start all over again)




I wake up (& sleepytime is apparent from the lines on my face).
There is dew on the ground, shaped like paper.
I have been frozen alive.
I (in my chamber in the sky) gre(goodmorning!)et the day.
My life awaits my reaction.
You, wake up from your sl(how adorable. you drooled)eep.
  (& hug me. it's a season of giving)
Like childr(are we still that young?)en, the pinescented living beckons.
We walk, ever so quietly down stairs too steep for human tangibility.
  (& we know HE has been there from the dreary sense of hope from the radiator)
We k(souls)iss.
  (& once again, HE has done it. he has made us stars)





                        merry christmas.