Seasonal Colors

Gray November
Black-Friday breaks;
Why do you taunt me so?

White meat of Butterball
sandwiches for breakfast.

Green-backs counted,
visions of broke.

Gold Master Card
my last resort.

Red clad Santa with
cherry cheeked children.

Green and red capped
enlivened elves.

Blue Spruce dressed in
silver garlands.

So, to hell with my budget,
in the black or in the red.

Happy Holidays.

TP/MMXIV

Keypad

Do not disturb
as my fingers
on keypad fly
to my B F
who sits bereft
of my warm hand
turned cold by text . . .

Rutherford Cemetery

What a sad cold stone.
What a poetic name, “William Carlos.”

Etched with dates of
life lived long.

A pebble or a petal
on this stone,
an image of remembrance.

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