santa's poetry go-kart

Hey, The Poetry Bus is back for a Christmas special! Actually, it's
[Santa's Poetry Go-Kart ]. So, if you'd like to hop aboard, get
yourself and your poem over to TFE's blog. My ticket for Santa is
posted as follows...


Oh, Tennenbaum



It smells
like plastic and dust,
that tacky impostor
who lives in a box
in the cellar.

It's hinges and sockets
replace the sappy
mess that sticks
to my fingers
and makes them itch

of wood and pine,
my hands contort
to unwind the nest
of wires that clings
to the trunk

and makes me
threaten to blow it up
with fireplace logs,
like a rocket bound
for the North Pole.

It's understood,
the cheesy faux stump
sports ready-made
lights that glow
so easy, and hey,

I can leave it up
til Ground Hog's Day,
if I want.



willow, 2009