Holiday Books

It's just the fever doing some clanging.
Light makes a skipping tone
to soothe what manages to ripple
over the sheets of paper.
Try hopping into a cool lard bath
or grinning under wax factors.
All warm and pasty, some
of the particulars are lost
to the momentum of infernal delight.
Trickle into oblivion then
by way of syrups and chalk.
Instead of a winning combination
start wistfully remembering,
get a lot on your mind bending
and then soap, get sudsy, rinse.
That you could wring it out
over and over. That you could
twist everything into a pleasant
muted ball and sleep for days.