December 21: Exhausted, Lisa Larnot, "Christmas Prelude"

Okay, I'm pretty exhausted right now.  Can't really focus on the computer screen or the words I'm typing.  My eyes keep closing.

So, I have a poem.  I think it's good, but I won't verify its worth until I've had about an eight-hour-nap. 

Saint Marty is ready to start counting sheep.

Christmas Prelude

by:  Lisa Jarnot

O little fleas

of speckled light

all dancing

like a satellite

 

O belly green trees

shaded vale

O shiny bobcat

winter trail

 

Amoebic rampage

squamous cock

a Chinese hairpiece

burly sock

 

A grilled banana

smashes gates

and mingeless badgers

venerate

 

The asses of the

winter trees

rock on fat asses

as you please

 

Be jumpy

or unhinged

with joy

enlightened

fry cakes

Staten hoy.