Deep in the poet’s pockets of psyche resides Santa
a great bag of gifts slung on his back camouflaging his arms
always late too many cookies and late nights
in the poets subconscious a capella Christmas carols compete
at the horizon a mirage of flying reindeer
Santa is king of “idle pursuits”
hjakajohnleake
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Deep in the poet’s pockets of psyche resides Santa
a great bag of gifts slung on his back camouflaging his arms
always late too many cookies and late nights
in the poets subconscious a capella Christmas carols compete
at the horizon a mirage of flying reindeer
Santa is king of “idle pursuits”
hjakajohnleake
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