December 2010
11 posts
Festival of Lights
She wishes she was Jewish
So that she could celebrate Hanukkah
So that she could have more than just one gift
the gift of gifts
not just
a sock in the eye
a black eye
by her so called
‘one true love’
her hubby
the trombone player
Kwanzaa Gurl
I can feel
your cold Kwanzaa Skin
on this cold evening
your dark skin on my face
Sprung,
I am so
Christ Is hanging from the wall
I fall asleep
on christmas eve
While
Christ Hangs on the Wall
glaring at me
with those deep blue eyes
comedy noize →
A cover of Abe Vigoda’s Don’t Lie
podcast/poetry →