Note: “How can there have been such strife in a Morlde` filled with beautiful Music; & how could there have been  beautiful Music such in a Morlde` filled with strife?”  -Soupy Sales, 2012.

                                        - XMAS’ RADOTER (REDUX) -

 

Yule be Xmas
afore ye know
the pag’an go
for patterned
stamped snowflakes
‘bove the
Andy Williams’ Shows
DVD Stufftaculate CD,
Away, In A Manger For The Happy Employees,
drivelings (no place like) home
for the Hollydayease
in
a Ford Barricade & SUG Thirsty,
Nay, the new GM Bailout.

Suffer
the little Children
new bornes, infants
what nary see
but a Semi-Claus
ere
semiclaws,
tithes for the celibre-cause craws.

Remembrances
to things past-past, of
natal assemblies
en callow chorale masse
gone
Proustikipped,
to mortitorium’s
N’well

& stockings filled
with
the chimney’s cold care
yet in hopes
das Geheimnis Viktoria
would
somehow brassiere…

Dear G*d,
(Walsch also asked)
How’re You doin’ It, &
Your Son?…Tarnished
proof weighdown here, filled
with
vanilla, frozen grins &
Joyburdened smiles…
‘neath
pattern-stamped snowflakes &
piney Glade heads
afore the marshed desert
Koyaanisqatsi

Like yearlings’
trotted-out
Saviormusic
whilst the other 333
like
666 -
doubled for toil ‘n trouble -
employed
to savaging
One, many, or ‘nother…

Christmas partidges’
riffeled feathers family?
pared, unprepaired,
Indeed, vouchsafed
an enemy sans name
on
a horse with no name, save
Internecine

AmeriKa.

For
A kiss ‘neath
the mistlesilo
whilst acaroling
of the Bedlamites
(Acts, II: 2-6),
the Psalming 100?,
Screeching
like sleds in pit gravel to
the Silent Night

HeyMen!

There lies
an evergrander Light
at the Dawn, but
Hey!,
who’s gonna
tear-away
from
Yawnni,
& the extra-Vaganza
of
Truth?

                    H.e.m.H’H.

                    12.13.MMviii.

                    (ST)

 

 

 

                                                         - GIG-‘88 -

 

…He phoned to inquire
to availability
of the Band, “Mr.

Leeds, yes, we’d like to
hire your Combo for ‘New Year’s
Eve,’ and possibly

other Parties, are
you available, and what
do you cost?”  “Yes, and

how many Players?”
“Oh, we’d prefer a ‘Trio,’
4 people, you know

a Piano, Sax-
o-phone, a Trumpet, the Drums -
who does the Singing?”

“Our Quartet’s price is
Two-thousand.”  “Ah, what about
the ‘Trio’?”  ” Yes, that’s

Fifteen-hundred.”  “Oh
that’s too much!  “Well, hmm,  you can
have the ‘Duo’ for

Twelve…that interest you
at all - what did you think you
would spend, Mr. Schnurr?”

“Oh, about ‘Seven,’
or Seven-fifty… no more
than a Thousand.”  “Tell

me, do you own a
SpeakerPhone?”  “We just got it,
we love it, why it’s

great!”  “Good, I’ve got your
number, & for a Thousand
Dollars, I’ll dial-you-

up at the stroke of
Midnight & Sing ‘Auld Lang Syne,’
Get yourselves gathered!”

 

                                      H.e.m./H’H.

                                      8.2.MMv.

 

 

 

                                                   - PIZZA ON EARTH -

 

gnashing in the snow
it’s a Vixen SUG
for here or to go? -

ho! ho! ho!   ho! ho!
keep The Christ all ways in You,
& extra cheese, please.

 

                            H.e.m./H’H.

                            12.21.MMiv.

 

 

 

                                                      - 12.25 -

 

4:30 AM
paraselene; treetops un-
glistened - unpaillet

4 dreams vaporize,
memories undistanced, and
then, Ebb’s, ‘Angel Eyes.’

 

                      H.e.m./H’H.

                      12.25.MMiv.

 

 

 

                                                    - PREAMBLE -

 

du riguer, cultures’
custom/law to utter in
the, ‘Happy New Year!’

Me?  I’ll chill in my
bottle of Ol’ Lang Syne lost
for Millennia.

 

                        H.e.m./H’H.

                        12.31.MMiv.