A Christmas gift. |
I opened this Christmas gift holding my nose; (I felt no spark in my soul nor no curl in my toes.) I felt the rue of regret and the essence of sorrow; I noticed acid reflux as the morning stood still. I looked around at the grins and the countenance beam; (here at the height of unwrap I experienced steam.) Sometimes the ominous clouds bring a darker tomorrow; often Jack Frost makes a frown on the front windowsill. This is a tie, this is my gift, this is silk madness; this is the last piece of cloth that I ever would want. This is a statement that thought just had nowhere to go; this is a gift emanating from somewhere below. I felt the pique and the pull yet I tried to take stock; (memories of long ago with the awesome Pet Rock.) I felt a sigh rising up like a geyser expecting; deep in my soul I repressed a desire to scream. Red wrapping paper and bows strewn all over the floor; (Snotty Snide inside my head snipping, Giving encore!) Even our tabby in mood as if feline rejecting; tail pointing down striding off in morose broken dream. This is a tie, this is today, this is my Christmas; this is Pierre’s imitator to wear ‘round my neck. This is the goading to force icy smiles from hiding; this is a gift emanating from someplace called Heck. 24 Lines Writer’s Cramp 12-24-14 |