Monday, December 19, 2016

Santa Claus Deathwatch

WARNING: This is one of the most depressing things I've ever written, part of a series of such poems I wrote in the 2002-2006 time frame, as my children shed the last of their childhoods.

Last call for
castles & bunnies

percussive play with
tiny blue men scattered 
across hardwood battlefields 
seem more

grown-up than
knights & their
swords which don’t
stand a chance against
heavy artillery with
air support

The knights & bunnies have 
held out for longer than I 
thought but my son is 
very much my 
son for I’ve 

stumbled upon him more 
than once talking back to his 
talking teddy bear as if that 
might sustain the magic 
a little longer

it’s no use, of course
the jolly old elf
breathes his last
this Christmas

& it’s past time I
pushed him into

from Nymphomagic Electroshock & Other Middle-Aged Complaints (2011, 2016)