#xmas

wintry pilgrimage

to wainscoting and ceramic

evergreens with painted snow ridges

bejeweled by colors
plastic bulbs over
lights

the titillations of

of my perennial visitation

home box office rape murder fantasy 

and celtic fluting of 

hobbit credits 

a dark and powerful magic

whose invisible and spidery tendrils 

spread fast networks to all corners of bucolic 

warm wooden hued rooms 

which occasionally collaborate  

with the warm tv 

glows

pusses and pups 

plopped and prone on carpets
familiar with excessive corporal contentedness 

and/but dumb to the itchy anxieties of its

pairing with script vicarious anguishings

basking in the blue light 

sarah silverman saying

cunt