Nativity

Place it, hear the blues and feel the reds as they travel in the heads of nails across the chalkboard of life. No one thinks it can be slammed, but to be given a damned about the salvation of a pour nation full of whiskey and rye toasted to a cool crisp brown takes you down town Boston on a cold windy day in May without the benefit of flowers or a tux. So much in flux that the River Charles works its way down to the bay, behind the the gray in the stable where mother and child lay nestled in blissful slumber land waiting for the mattress of their choice while angels call for us to rejoice!

Reviews

[RavenDelcor]

It's a bit of a "Beat Style" run-on poem. Fun to do, word association with no destination until the very last moment. Thanks for the comment and praise.

[Vignette]

A very interesting contemporary twist to an old story! Lots of movement and energy flowing through it. Great job!!