Alarm Clock Mittens

A Poem by Richard

I just shuck my head
and a puff of angel powder spilled out of my hair

like a cake where the flour went wild
i find myself glancing at windows
as I pass down the street
with the most lights (means they have more christmas spirit)
and squished between some red drapes

a little girl whose rosy cheeks are pressed against the glass
her eyes closed and her cheeks puffed out
and a sweater that says “reindeer in training”
and I smile
because I had pie for breakfast

and I spend most of my time with my love
who believes in the frumpish
and has no time for rubbish
some mailboxes just don’t accept more mail
ours does
it’s food of choice: long letters from old friends on hot beaches
we just sip hot cocoa on cold benches
and find our grooves in the couch
and we kiss for a few hours
then, because it makes us happy
we do it some more
now it’s christmas eve and we have no presents
but we sure gave out a lot
we really put out on christmas �" with gifts
from our heart
for your feet
and the one thing I’m most excited about this year
is my almost brand new alarm clock mittens.