are back in class.
Turkeys wearing pilgrim hats are taped
on the windows and the President
pardons some tom
who has no idea what these talky apes are laughing about.
He'd rather be out in the woods,
eating fruits and nuts
and taking a run at your car on a dirt road when you blow by
for cider and a donut.
From what I read, pilgrims
were a pretty constipated bunch.
When I was outed, the family holiday invitations
dried right up. Poof!
After Halloween, the faux dead rest, but when real people die,
sometimes it takes some time.
Some make nice
some get high
some find a new family
Me, I survived, hanging out with the fruits and nuts,
and my blood and kin?
Dead to me as if they'd fallen on some foreign shore.
for Dverse Poetics: Epiphany In The Time of Holiday