Christmas eve.

Reduce, by creating capital investments.

Rent a space heater.

Withdraw all invitations to the Founders Society brunchon.

It was stupid anyway.

Imagine were in heaven and

we are asked to crank the engines up again.

The truthful will disintegrate

during the parade.

Trust no one over 25.

Rescue a rabbit from the shelter,

count its infatuated eggs

like piles of shooting roots.

Take a math class with 14 year olds.

Be tortured till crazy or amiably

eccentric.

Sleep no more.

Purchase a coloring book

with only musing, unattractive crayons.

Draw the brightest star.

Follow it.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

drawing the brightest star with unattractive crayons...god, merry christmas if only we could go back there....rent a space heater, take a little portion of life and let it warm you...christmas is not in the pocketbook, it is in the heart...

i am either crazy or amiable...no wait...i am an amiable crazy! following that star backwards.

[writing mojo]

so much living room DOGMA to acclimatize in your HERE and there.....travelers of time we are, a head of the curve, sacred geometrically speaking of course..excellent piece.

[Ken Simm.]

I sometimes wonder whether the star that appeared over Bethlehem was a super nova and destroyed how many civilisations?
If there is such a word and why not a Christmas, this poem is museful.

[Ed Hart]

thank you dana, now i have a recipe to make a jolly christmas eve...i may skip the math class, but i'll certainly follow the brightest star...

[W.k.kortas]

We are, at the beginning of the piece, surrounded by what is ostensibly a mish-mash of the unrelated (ah, but you know better, don't you?), seemingly ping-ponging back and forth until the final four lines, where our mission is clear, simple, and almost childlike in its elemental directness. Follow, yes.

[Terrence Chang]

Nice one. Well written and merry Christmas in advance