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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?
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