Twelve hour day
Santa Claus is coming…to town
Accompanies squawks
from parakeets
as…the sun…rises.
Motionless
unaware of sound,
I am casually
regarded.
A grey monkey
fist clenched
munches
on a leaf.
We understand
one another.
And still the sun
bakes us
and all
that is green.
The red globe
plunged
with no splash
no drip.
Cue for
hungry masses,
swarm as a
feather.
And marks…
Goodnight.
By David Bugg (2012)
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