for Jackie Cox
owe you my eye,
my eye-teeth
it was a good night
taste of the good life
light you permit me see,
permit to shine
wine until we’ve red cheeks
Santa’s not confined
to December twenty-fifth,
to the night before Christmas
you come bearing gifts, in arms,
in sacks—ask, you consent
juices drip from the sky,
from on high—rain wets my eyes
I’m too happy for words
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
11:18 p.m. 19/11/07
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