Time to toss that hate on the Yule log ’tis love I wish to venerate Another year rapidly diminished No more sand to disseminate
It is time to let it all burn away Unburden ourselves of anything hollow No better than a dollar store chocolate Santa Time to honor the Savior you claim to follow
Suburban arcades & record stores Love notes left jammed in the teletype Ancient technologies lost to whims of time Sacrilege of consuming before it’s ripe
Littered by dreams of public-school poets Falling to the feminine side of healing Whose obedience to authority lingers But only the lonely are rhymin’ & stealin’
Our literary antihero catching the cliff notes A repressed childhood is still better by half Trying to make up for that deleted time But you can’t get far by writing on decaf
Standing with arms braced to the wind Needing antiquity to know how we perform Rolling empty dice against our loaded fates Summer on the coast ensures the storm
Walking down the street on All Saints’ Day
Victrolas on display at the corner store
A flirtatious greeting with the local beauty
She always smiles, but never asks for more
You’ve created another aura within her
Casting her as red-blooded in your pulp fantasy
A polite lady with those vicious high heels
Mental interludes without consent, it seems to me
Take your dreams & exit stage left
You tried to court & failed, life’s not fair
Let a true gentleman whisper elegant words
She’ll open up her passion, exposing her silky pair