happy xmas eve
I am alone and lonely…
missing the company of J
who is far away in shanghai
the days are short
and the weather is gloomy
Celebrated Early
and will wrap
gifts hung over
and tired
Slumming
Hanging in the downtown eastside
and the painful frivolities
today my chest hurts
from the strong smoke
all addictions are numbing
Is there no place on earth for me
is the title of a book by a female American journalist who witnesses the struggles of a schizophrenic and won a Pulitzer Prize in the early eighties
some children will still have the luxury of a Christmas
what’s under the tree?
We Were All Children Once
a loving son and brother
will wrap presents with care
beyond an ideology
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