Such a pretty thing—

her hand’s king-sized!

Her ring of fire

glowing bright, sapphire ocean,

waving desire for all who see it.

I feel like an alligator since I heard the fatal news.

I want to swim away in the marshes

& to dream I would had touched all the stars

like you did, Major Tom.

I want to throw away my red shoes,

it’s not the time to dance under the serious moonlight,

while Ziggy Stardust plays his mighty guitars.

Don’t you remember standing by the wall, 

pretending we can all be heroes,

& as we kissed,

we prayed that nothing can ever fall?

An innovator, a junkie, a true soul brother

dressed in the latest fashions,

we will miss you in this world & worlds beyond,

as we continue to dream without crying,

when we can all dance again in your name,

cleansed by ashes & the mighty river.

Third day back at work 

in the New Year,

& still, no one’s here.

No good vibrations to play off of—

Even the IT guy on Monday was spooked:

“Dude, it’s too quiet! How can you stand it?”

The knives of the mind are dulled by silence.

Meditation quiets the mind.

But then my muses are bound & gagged

until I stop breathing deep—

I am hungry for voices outside.

Someone’s coming in!

Brain’s now sharper;

I am well again.

She has tempted us before with her skills.

Butter, sugar, flour, salt – what a master baker!

But it was already almost the end of the day;

not a single, fragrant gingerbread Brad 

was to be seen, smelt or tasted.

Will there be chocolate 

laced with orange peel?

Or liquored-up with peppermint rum,

as we curious minds want to lick

& get our midday buzz on…

Homemade fudge? Butterscotch bark?

A nutty delight? Cinnamon Snickerdoodles?

Anticipation’s making me 

(crazy) late & ravenous

Will she be here tomorrow,

the demigoddess of holiday treats?

Snow coming in fast and deep.

Holiday cheer is everywhere.

Even with debt, giving is a good thing,

whether it’s time, love or money.

Holiday cheer is everywhere!

Loved ones are waiting for you—

whether it’s time, love or money,

keep moving—it’s cold outside!

Loved ones are waiting for you.

Constant Comment tea now brewing;

keep moving—it’s cold outside,

but warm sex is on the menu!

Constant Comment tea now brewing;

snow coming in fast and deep

but warm sex is on the menu—

Even with debt, giving is a good thing.

A good, Chag Urim Sameach, we wish for you,

& whatever wishes that might come true—

Next year, in Jerusalem—next year, we’ll be here

together, unmasked—this year, we’re still here

safe & cozy, frying & Zooming with family:

thankful we have each other to talk with, sing & to see. 

Can’t wait to light up the lights

for these 8 crazy nights!

We wish to be healthy & safe this holiday season,

& that love is all around, that’s the reason.

When bones are no longer alive,

flesh is cut away, cleaned by sharp teeth

as hungry humans and animals gather to give thanks. 

Even when loved ones meet up virtually  

flesh is cut away, cleaned by sharp teeth.

Zooming hot with bellies and hearts full—

Even when loved ones meet virtually, 

the world begins at the dining table.

Zooming hot with bellies and hearts full;

when other babies are born, and secrets and news are shared,

the world begins at the dining table.

We will remember our loved ones gone

when other babies are born, and secrets and news are shared

as hungry humans and animals gather to give thanks. 

We will remember our loved ones gone

when our bones are no longer alive.

They raise sheep in Indiana;

that’s why Mr. Cheetos Shithead

is winning there—a long night

awaits the wicked and the pure believers. 

Blue power is not enough to win the brass ring

of politics. Last time we lost hard,

and it might take weeks to mull over

and count every single American vote.

Don’t know—don’t be afraid of the pain, 

the meditation masters have said—

but the scars of Nixon, the Bushes and Cheeto 

still cut our country deep; red blood gushing 

for many years in the Senate. The blood 

of the dead by COVID is not swept up, sanitized, forgotten. 

We won’t forget 2020 for many decades and centuries; 

instant karma will come to collect the ruffians, 

empty their pockets of influence. 

But election night in 2016 almost promised a Democratic victory. 

Many hearts were pulverized and broken—

all we can do is wait; waiting is the hardest part.