Monthly Archive: February 2016

Antisanta

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Ring Ring
Ring Ring
Who’s there.
Santa.
Santa who?
Santa’s claws.
ho
ho
ho.

I announce myself, all fancy like, in this gnattering cold!

My fire pert red robin breast
All fur and feathers and glue
Fringed with wintry down
White as Omo, soft as spit.
A rubble brick lead heavy load
a hood full of head and pink wet snout
(as if sneezing)
snot
snot
snot

From my face
A jagged frost bit thorn
Hangs smoking from a crust tipped lip.
My breath and beard
is a dry builders breakfast plate
Rind, ash,sauce and sugar
Licked
Licked
Licked

Licked till bone thin
Squeaks and whines
A string of deers
And a neck out front Rudolf
From whose harness hangs a crusted yoke
Of needle holly and pin berries
Itchy
Itchy
Itchy

A red custard sky oozes
It’s black sauce
And the drunk night crashes home.
I boot up and slap hard the boney hinds
That drag the rusty sleigh
That pulls our arses toward Apollo and tomorrow while
Below
Below
Below

(Singing)

Oer Mr Softies ices we slip and tinkle
A dripping cloud of breakfast, bone, snot and berries
Through the stars electric twinkle
A murky host of fat babies, goats, scales and
everything
and every kid
in every home
at every hearth
in every bed
will sing

(Chorus)

‘Antisanta flies tonight’
Sleep
Or Santa’s claws will shred my bed tonight
Sleep
Or Santa’s breath will fog my head tonight
Sleep
for Antisanta flies tonight

The creature

I still walk with them,
After dinner or after tea
When sunny dry wind flies
Long draped with wet weeds
Deep
Where sticky bugs walk
And reedy grass splits the air
Walk I.

I still pass with them,
Canvas road to Austin Lodge
Orange rind through tan fields
A ratted burnt barn
Flaps
To the beat of us passing
In steps of two and two
Pass I.

I still lie with them,
Where a farm wall meets the road
A spot where Dads sit
And kick grit and spilt corn
Drops
Where the ears lies
So fills the burrow where
Lie I
Listening.