i chuckle

this one's not mine, but by a Canadian poet named George Bowering

witty and succinct!

Moving Pictures

December:

Enter Las Vegas Christmas lights,
jingle bells (Batman smells)
robins and their eggs.

Watch the shopping carts wheel
and children squeal
atop the pullout seat

Cardboard silhouettes
of blackened trees
glued against the fiery night,
poke the clouds artistically
(or frightfully--depends on what you see)

Four months dormant,
death frozen on display...
and we will skate on him

'Till the kettle runs out
and the left mitt gets lost
Just listen to the moving sky

banquet

kingdom
kingdom come
o kingdom, come
kingdom coming
for all, if anyone the RSVP says

for someone who doesn't know how
to ingest, digest
the smell of Your banquet
is tortuous and .. something else
delicious
though i could never place the flavour

so here's me, listening at the door
hoping beyond hope for
belief
to engulf me
since mine is so fractured