#359 - carolling

 

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carolling

 

the muzak of it

cicada up

biblelight bleak

bling Christmas

tinsely short and ginger

 

comes up over an organ hum

nights silent but for pious

a choir preach

brimstone aside

 

end of a candle

harp on

 

to the highest

trill kitsch schmaltz

 

heaven earth

god rest ye merry

 

red nose

and a sleigh bell hell

I despise the little drummer

 

may all be white

we are all known to this tune

(excepting of course…

 

Christmas in barkfalls

rain’s fresh tips

the wallaby’s bliss

 

imagine angels, why not?

they won’t imagine themselves

 

where are the bright beetles of yore?