Indoctrinated Consumerism
A desperate urgency,
an intimate understanding of irony,
an underlying despair
laced with a trace of humor,
macabre dreams.
“As a child I was told to string words.
As a child I was taught to lace, and wait”
It was only later I learned how to undo the knots,
gentle subtleties of the depraved language
crass-crossed ropes that hold us, it, together.
It began, quite ordinarily in the rain.
Trembling with tenderness, damp eagerness
shoes brought down thump, clump.
Robes were a flying.
Muffled, shivering under the umbrella.
I remember once.
At the storefront, the Façade of the neighborhood
making a request for one, Mr. Clause.
Promptly handed a brochure entitled
‘Intricacies of English Grammar’,
3rd Edition.
"Ho Ho and a bucket for tomorrow's snow."
It was December, you see. And I was young.
I was told a man with a quantum engineered sled would descend.
Now that I’m old, rather sinewy
and far too lewd
I’ve stopped waiting.
No white man in red
will steal my dreams from me tonight.
Turning the curtains, lighting the stove
I am able to create and burn
in the solace of my memory.