Christmas Abstractions

Days get stranger and
it's harder to recall why
I live in England.

Scenes of the Holidays

Now I know it's bad
to drink and go to bookshops.
Cry over spilt wine.

And I keep munching chocolate. . .

Skunk stripe drunken hair
alone and psyched in this big
ole christmas hizouse

Yes I Can

House acro practice
before today's assesment.
Can you do headstand?

Sunday Morning (Brings the Dawning)

Eight oh six a.m.
I leave for work at eight ten.
Still morning minutes.

Happy and Solo

Friday night alone
dancing and drinking in the
kitchen. Real good times.

Quiet Night

Persa brings whiskey.
I change my bang's direction.
Xiomara cooks.

Measuring Time

One month ago, to
Haycroft Gardens house. Two months
since Stanhope Gardens.