12-10-2010, 05:33 AM
December 9th:
home town high street
The eyes of strange creatures,
forever blinking, draw one near
the plastic rides,
twirling like synthetic angels,
with children inside,
faces blank,
as a nearby stage
hosts an impromptu quiz.
Christmas never went so slow.
I bought a "festive" cheeseburger.
Now there are
crumbs on my fleece.
home town high street
The eyes of strange creatures,
forever blinking, draw one near
the plastic rides,
twirling like synthetic angels,
with children inside,
faces blank,
as a nearby stage
hosts an impromptu quiz.
Christmas never went so slow.
I bought a "festive" cheeseburger.
Now there are
crumbs on my fleece.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe