Torn date
From the unpriced son to his father:
So a child. Now a man.
"You never knew with
what fanatical veneration
I listened to your every word".
For you were for me the measure of all things.
(the rest of the letter burnt).
The sound of Christmas Eve fills our earlobe
and pours out the message of the season
snowflakes fall gently round the silver strobe
and nestle deep within our sweet abode
You and I are witnesses, of go-Christ
like two magical trinkets in a rounded glass
we take in the scene and feel sufficed
within this festive dream, unpriced
Stuck inside a realm of beauty and sparkle
our hair of tinsel cling to our eyes of bright
we are figurines of still upon this silent hill
sharing in this festive season of goodwill
Hugging the love that exudes all around
we sit in this tiny globe without a sound.
Dec. 17, 2018
Contest Name: Christmas Cheer
Dear Mr. G.,
I'm a sloppily manufactured good
the kind of
you don't want it to be
exposed to the view
the kind of
piles up in a humid warehouse
tacitly humiliated
collusively dehumanized
even that feeling of having price attached
was never introduced
and I've heard the story about 20 dollar bill
that doesn't lose its value
no matter what
yet, here I am
unpriced
magnitude of my role is reduced to
bidding for detour
and what if
no one ever unpacks my pages
what if ...
is this reticent predestination
my real path
or instructions are misplaced
give them an order
I'm patiently waiting for refinement
Kind regards
S.
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