Xmas Collage Poem - Bonkersly Good
Fire burning over memories of Christmas
Santa is riding high into the silk sky
But he cannot come here with Brexit a tie
Donna chewed on Santa’s long toenails
As he snoozed on Blitzen’s fat belly
Where streaks of Pollock green ache
Like August clouds
In love with feathers and glass
As the fires take it all away
Widened eyes of the dirtiest faces
As waxen thoughts ooze.
If we realize we have time,
We can do Christmas differently.
Poor Mad Tony! – overtaking
celestial 192’s –
The prisoner's love telescopes the sky
For Santa’s magic sleigh
Tijuana trumpets on the roaring Tube –
Good, Bad and Ugly.