- To All- Good Night.

angels are sprawled in the longest reach my children could snow-afford on my former green lawn over-played carols over-play the car ride to the store, where they will continue an embarrassment of lights dangle ‘side a staple-holed roof trim somewhere not ‘nough off too far there are yards watching snowmen come and go behind the windows that hold kitchens the bills are a pilin’ the car’s in the driveway needing to be plugged in the mailman’s griping ‘bout the weight of his sack dropping off cards he’d gladly drag back the t.v.’s got little relief there’s a log burning on a 24 hour channel that someone someday will commercial the crap out of office parties forum the drunk, “Here’s what I really think of you…” spark the short lived, misappropriate romance the mall cattle call. . . from parking lot to till warrants wrappings to be hauled away to some landfill waiting for Valentine’s Day