Category Archives: Poetry

pfeffernusse or rumballs, or oranges o’er coal, pfft, for the cold sm elf shoes, some 1 falls & no-1 recalls where is, as a drift as stuck-in is to misplace candy cane so it breaks

1 little green guy never says heigh only ho ho ho like an echo wrapping its way ’round the sleigh a little too tight ‘thru the night anyway it fits a spatial regift & he clips a short list’n to footprints whose glisten

often eye the manual house to formal bow as how do how’s from, low roof and flat- land land, at last free hand and knot let go after all

really suppose every 1 those is nicer than none at all decidedly ever since every time read as if skip it you hold on once or as twice so tight enter if so ‘all is good’

via the elves by helium balloon, outbound to magnetosphere, there by the log a voyant in mylar & bows shall wrinkle, so forth a nose, as silhouette in tinsel as read, send her his pencils, he needs new slippers.