29 December 2005

(used to) make love on xmas

it is our first creature
th joy & pain of everyday life

you cannot chose yr family
or who stands before you

backbeat sad &
when th fight anthems
blow in our heads
and blow & blow
til th enemies face is red
w/ blood and hardly
proud
stand we
wonder space of mind
listening to th peace of time

or walking back from th game
at th pub
in our brothers
& our family
is stumble grace

it is xmas –
winter flowers & cheese logs

to make
th trauma fashionable

times of man
this season
& again
can’t be
years
ago

baby jesus
& this train -

for grandma
we go a lookin’

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