On the Outside
December 18, 2010
You never look
at me.
I often look
at you.
You have
those things
I am told
bring happiness.
I have
those things
I am told
bring shame.
I look into
your restaurant –
you spend
my week’s wages
in a night
so elegant
so white
table cloths
and candles
fine wine
and waiters.
I could go on
and on,
but I have been ordered
to move along…
2008
When I Become Santa
December 14, 2007
We move operations south
to Newark, Watts, Bronx
East LA and ten thousand
other empty places.
We begin to make toys for souls.
Peaceful and playful
thoughtful and joyous toys.
Now
unafraid and knowing –
we will walk this earth
giving gifts.
qazse 