FEAST ON ME--LESSEN MISERY

FOR THE LOVE OF DIVINE LIGHT

The early morning silence has finally come,

‘cept for the ever present monster

rumbling aways to the south.

There is a place where you never know

if the noise made is some kinda industrial or violence,

only that the it’s always coming from its great mouth.

Beyond a certain line there be dragons.

Over here East of it

there is this morning;

we are flagged in unusual truce,

there is hope it will stay this way

but no way to know

so the only thing one can do is cope.

I do not like this time of the year’s day,

all the crap I am expected to say

about happy this or merry that.

Motherfucking holidays,

god damn me

I just want to escape them all and get away.

I get deep well—chronically depressed

at all this holiday lie, commercial fraud and mess

as everyone begins again to fall into the trap

of giving more and more and more crap

that is so easily forgotten by the recipient

but not the penitents when the plastic bill comes due

without so much as a thank you

(even though you got double reward points).

Don’t pass me round the eggnog or CHRISTmas less cheer

Give me no gift ‘cept the silence I long to always hear.

No more gunfire, no more violence

no more thievery, no more rape or robbery.

And for fucks sake let me

not have to explain to the Christians

Christianity

every god damned day next year.

© M Durfee

11.30.2013

TRUTH: I really do not like any holiday or count any day more or less important than any other. As a global society I don’t think we could be more screwed up than we are in this age. I watch statistics about everything and the wise have cut back on most everything. Maybe due to the last crash or the one that is coming, makes little difference to me other than I am glad for them who will not be digging a deeper hole of debt servitude for themselves. I am not one who refuses to share what is honestly in my mind and on my heart. I know this is when most people decorate and love the season and all that comes with Thanksgiving Day, which I spent sleeping and feeding dogs as necessary. I will spend the next two holidays the same way; sleeping. I don’t want to rain on anyone’s parade. If you enjoy this rush and hurry and bustle of hustle. Enjoy it! For me it’s all endless squares on a calendar I cannot escape. Thus it has been, thus it will always be.

REALITY DAWNS

The day has dawned gray and drear,

the trains horn is all I can yet hear.

The houses in this town,

two of three sit stripped, an empty spot.

The summer was meant for stealing

copper, water tanks, furnaces

and every other comfort making what not.

Now that snow is here in late November

the homeless families making do

living in cars are cheated out of shelter

they could have used to squat.

©M Durfee

11/30/13