urban christmas

monkeys rule the world
and christmas is in the deep
hold fast to the fire
and Love’s body keep.

snow is falling black
snow men of dust
you sweet candy momma cane
you gonna lick lust.

people zombi stone-faced
no spirit of the Birth
ya mine nas well lay dem down
right now in da irth.

merchants so gleeful
to see the green flow
as bakers stamp ginger men
in brown greasy dough.

presents to ‘xplode
wrapped in dead trees
“Mommy, I want this and this
and these and these and these….”

platic pines assembled
“place A into B”
turn on the lights
and “Look children, see!”

Santa’s making tv ads,
Rudolph’s in a zoo
Mr. Jing-a-ling’s drunk on the corner
and looking for a screw.

people still ripping at people
nations still making wars
the strawberry fondling Jing-a-ling’s thing 
still very much a whore.

no matter what the time or turn
grim monkeys stomp the earth.
face deep into the fire
and hold fast to the Birth.