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Little Boy Blue

 
 
 
SuroundSurounded inside
the Santa gifts for kids
plus the birthday card  
for that wonderful  
blonde, smiling, green eyed
Christmas gift
from eight years ago
Crinkle wrap  
bows  
ribbons
tape
spread across the floor
 
No will  
to lift the next
Carrying dark clouds
over the top  
of my head
 
Thinking
 
You know  
I've had enough of it really;
sick of the people  
sick of the workload
sick of the pay check
 
done with the plastic  
done with the politics
done with the gossip  
 
The brain, heart and soul
hanging  
heavy
 
I remember  
as a youngster  
hating Christmas  
doing what my parents  
wanted to do  
I remember being ready  
as a newly wed
with every possible wish
her heart desired
 
Here I am
in a year  
that I could make spectacular
loathing the breathing
loathing the living
loathing the fight
 
Trying to calculate if a rope and an
accelerated car
end the same way
as a medieval tree branch?
 
Even the lights on the plastic
supermarket tree  
don't impress me  
this year
 
How do we know, when  
our time is spent?
 
 
-x-
Written by RevolutionAL (Alistair Plint)
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