cold Crystal Pepsi lake
sad bird-women pleading
from mercy from frost giants.
myriad snow mounds conceal-
ing silent Lindow-like souls
never to rise up again
(maybe)
and the snow dachas w/all
their glowing eyes had fallen
save mine(the mounds?)and
my hearth thawed dreams
too sweet and candycane
to bleed the crudest oil.
(yum)
once-once-in the nacht
w/out my arched window i
espied shawled Milla Jovovich
cradling a glowing candle
and singing in the frost,
maybe about bleeding Chechnya.
(dunno)
oh ruddy, unhurried hearth! deliver me, protect me,
save me from the Old Nicks disguised as wights
w/their sacks of new indulgences
they want to fill my dirty, decrepit sneakers with,
but allow the souls of the saved and the damned
who circle our skies a brief respite by your fiery guest
until they must inevitably continue their ethereal orbits
into eternity.
Amen
DB/c1998
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