Sad orphans ripped from
the forest stretch out their limbs
pleading, ‘Take *me* home.”
Christmas tree lot
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Sad orphans ripped from
the forest stretch out their limbs
pleading, ‘Take *me* home.”
Like flickering tongues
of flame in green…blue…red. Just
plug in and enjoy.
It’s the guilty splurge,
potato chips for the mind.
You can’t watch just one.
Like speed dating, if
they make a good impression,
they come home with us.
TV’s “Fisherman
and His Wife” story for our
times. Unalloyed greed.
Inside the snowglobe
winter’s still life settles as
flakes swirl in the air.
Two tribes – In-laws and
Parents – force you to over-
eat, then watch TV.
Urban mall jungle.
Shoppers prowl for deals, fangs bared,
credit cards dripping.
Happy, they’re kittens
fluffy and sweet. Mad, they’re all
claws, spitting, hissing.
“She hurt my daughter,
so I wanted to hurt her.
Can’t you understand?“