Cold December Night

I put out my hands to the screen
And it looks back at me,
Dumbfounded!
Ish Kabibble
What’s in your kibble?
Are you trying to eat my organs?
Are you some alien being trying to breed your brood in my gullet?
I think back on it….
Was it something I said?

Of course, what else, pas quoi, pas mal, seht guht, nicht mal….

The heart is a lonely beast
Calling to the moon,
A sliced scar,
In the cold December sky.

It’s short
And bald
And it’s gums are receding!
They bleed far to easily:
Another soft spot
In a constellation
That makes a thorny crown
On the pate of my heart.

My heart looks to the moon.
It’s smiling
A dark secret smile
That the two share
On a dark cold night
In advent of Solstice.