A life on autopilot
Memories misused and forgotten
Left to die in a gutter
Somewhere outside
New Mexico.
A feeling like a ciggarette
Half-smoked
Used-up
Abandoned somewhere in
the road
Or perhaps in the
trash bin.
Glitter, sparkles, ornaments
bows and holly
It's that time of year
Where we give thanks
for all that we have
and all we have not.
What have I?
Packages and parcels
bereft of meaning
and love
My feeling boxed up and
wrapped
With a ribbon and a
Tag
"Do Not Open!"
Christmas will come and
Go
Again.
Another holiday of
wondering
When it ends.
And still I blow like an
abandoned cigarette
Down the avenue
As the college kids
watch
and
Stare.