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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