POEM: January Third

by merlinspielen

On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me: Ten lords-a-leaping…
January 3rd is the “Tenth Day of Christmas.”
Source: Tenth Day of Christmas

a decade of decadence descends;
indulging indolent lords lounging,
are unmoved by the wasted waists
of expanding overflowing belts.

we who gloriously feasted our whole lives,
filling our faces on sweet fluffy nothings;
and still we wonder why our hearts burst;
bleeding seeping regret out every orifice.

I too, am alike to these others unmoved and immovable.
trapped by my own weighty ponderous thoughts;
logically I should see the gravity of reality,
and understand why the floor is sagging lower.

there is always this obscene naked fascination;
wondering how low can it even go as it slides down,
revealing the wonders hidden down below and between:
OH mother may I look? may I touch? might I please?

She never answers; she never does; she just goes
on with her life and private pleasures never shared.
Would she if she could?, I wonder aloud to myself
understanding how the shadows and echoes are so lonely.

And then it happens all at once; loudly like a door
exploding into a million shards of slamming glass.
this is it you know – and you do understand don’t you?
that in the end there is never anything more than this.

Incomplete thoughts dribbled sighing across a page,
offering a glimpse of what we might have learned,
if only we had paused from our gorging to observe,
that which we are all pretending isn’t really real.

the end is nigh and bouncing high overhead
while we laughing watch them happily tumble:
ten lords-a-leaping and creeping away from it all;
leaving us behind to fall into that hungry abyss…..


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