This is a note to tell you
that Wall Street has taken away
the things I really needed:
my workshop, my reindeer, my sleigh.
I now make my rounds on a jackass;
he’s old and crippled and slow.
So, if you don’t see me come Christmas,
I’ll be out on my ass in the snow.
Santa mounts a new challenge.
[Editor’s note: original appeared in Dec. 2012, but brought back because it still applies. And because I can.]
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Moonlight, winter songs /
candles flicker to voices /
adorning the night.
Young carolers in Old North Knoxville. The start of a new tradition.
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After a night, love /
I hold the hope that you know /
how light hides secrets.
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by DAVID E. BOOKER
I will not put her in a box
I will not use one with a lock.
I will not bury her beneath the blocks
nor stuff her in the freezer with the lox.
I will not ship her far, far away.
I said I won’t, no, no not today.
But my patience is running thin
and should she try it, yet once again…
I will not be responsible for what I do.
My five-year-old could do it to you, too.
Return postage not included.
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To sup with Satan /
use a very long spoon and /
remember nothing.
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If the truth had horns /
the butcher could make stew of /
my feelings for you.
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Morning’s cold caress. /
Afternoon’s gentle embrace./
Evening’s parting kiss.
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Hawk perched in an oak, /
generous in its silence. /
Empty feeder swings.
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Stars still light the night /
yet a light across the yard /
states the morning’s start.
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O’ jack-o’-lantern /
spits seeds, blows smoke, swallows flame /
for a night’s desire.
Desire for sale.
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There once was a man so mean /
his face was too ugly to be seen. /
He was banned from sight /
so as not to give fright — /
except for the night called Halloween.
The man and his amulet.
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