just a month before Christmas
and like a comet on its regular return
der Bingle warbling White Christmas
like a cardigan sweated Almighty
reassuring us of an imagined re-entry
into the realm of angels...
as I walk through the cathedral
of the supermarket muzak
and whoever buys into it
will get to their heaven and still be mind-blown
by the actuality of the place...
I chose a way through the desert
that had no such reassurances
but I no longer make claims for any superiority
associated with this stance...
it was just pride that led me into this wilderness
and my inner sense is as shaky as anyone's
but all roads lead to where the Almighty would have us be
we're the ones who make the detours that spice up life
and hasten our miseries after all
we're aiming at the Star and it's as well as anything
that ol' Bing is our singing guide...
every damn year of this phase of our history...
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