Tuesday, December 29, 2009


December chases me
like a mouse in a dark alley
being run down by a
monster truck
with flood lights blinding
closing in on me
as I gasp for breath and
zig zag from wall to wall
past the soup kitchen
under the dumpster
I cannot retreat
nor climb these brick walls
my only hope is to outlast
and outrun
I try to block out
memories of past decembers
sure that if I carry them with me
they will surely weigh me down
and I cannot afford to
lose any time in this race
I am battered and bruised
but I can see the end
only a few more days
I need to survive
and then
I can enjoy 11 months
without you.

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