Wednesday, December 21, 2011


A glass and steel womb
hangs like an ornament
from the low-slung belly of the year.
The baby's heartbeat fills the room,
fetal thunder on the monitor.

Overcome by fatherhood, ape-like Uncle Joe
wipes his eyes furtively
on the end of his bowtie. Drag-queen Aunt Mary
affects unconcern.

But she's the one working on the album,
swinging her stapler like a man driving nails! Maybe
she's seen the future.
Maybe she's heard an angel whisper: Noël

--another word salad poem

Collection available! Knocking from Inside

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