I’m smoking
and drinking more—
it’s almost the holidays

I need to be as numb as possible

last year Santa broke his neck falling off my roof  into a pile of reindeer shit

nobody spiked the eggnog

I don’t know what Yule tide is
and I don’t wanna know

leave me alone it’s almost Christmas
and I want to melt like a snowflake
and get as fat as frosty the snowman

SOURCEMarko Garic
Daniel J. Flore III

Daniel J. Flore III’s poems have appeared in many publications. His fifth poetry book, WRITTEN IN THE DUST ON THE CEILING FAN, can be found here.