Holiday Cheer

I was speaking to a human today discussing common holidays

What he does and decorates the energy and the complaints

Mirror impetus to proclaim I am hurt

I want no part; I buried Christmas as the zombie march after every Thanksgiving Day parade

The nemesis in Cringle barking bearded plutocracy of capitalist religiosity

The wife hung the wreaths around the wrap-around porch and the Titanic transformer-tree

In the foyer with the yule brigade and the sentiment stained

The red, the green, the white, the snow has melted crud and the elf has mugged

My back pockets with the grease of every slave labor lost in between the berried-peace

To sip the nog and slurp the stool I want no part of this menagerie to prance

Upon my roof, no attic adventures, no crease for the mention of the lace in between

The states of past and the morrow all that fills is borrowed from the chests of memories

Left hung in charcoal burglar’s lament of what could have been given, but was spent

Staring into the darkness of approaching moving vans and hurricane Texas flags

Spilled like pirate bones and courtroom overtones. 

I fucking hate you Christmas and everything you stand

From the circumcised dick of Jesus to the angel’s perch

From the choo-choo train track barreling over the necks of the strapped down nut-cracked mice

To the evergreen branches of plants sawed from their roots so humans can watch the cells die

In their homes in celebration of eternal life

I want to eradicate the logic to at least palate ambivalence to the ordeal

But she loved the stockings and the cookies and the milk of virgin birth

The mechanical dog Biscuit for the four year old she bought that I had no say

To let the pet into the house; he was programed until the batteries expired