December

Raping the English language
In stores with groceries and gifts
Bumbling un-restrained,
Come-down inevitable

Each day brings new shattered promise
Plastic parties and hot stranger breathe,
Thank you for the substance excuse;
Feeling high now

Thoughts of anxiousness truly respond
Beyond the ceiling shadows
Watching distant window neighbors
Full, blue and bloody

Budweiser calls back
From Bourbon Street
In bed naked and says
See you on Christmas