The Beginning is Near


A great 2012 to you.

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Dancing With My Elves


A Christmas Song

with apologies to Billy Idol

On the night before Noël, I was feeling rather well.

With my toy selection, and the World’s affection,
I’m a-Dancing With My Elves!

And the stars come out so bright,
In the perfect North Pole night.
Well we work all year at this one location,
And I’m…

Dancing With My Elves!
Ho! Ho! Ho!
Dancing With My Elves!
Ho! Ho! Ho!
Dancing With My Elves!
Well I’m building my toys
For all the girls and boys
And dancing with my elves!
Ho! Ho! Ho!

As I fly all over the world; visit ev’ry boy and girl,
Stuff your empty socks with my candy blocks,
And I’m dancing with my elves!

Dream up another dream, and I’ll see what I can bring.
If I had my wish I’d bring the world a gift,
And I’m…

Dancing With My Elves!
Ho! Ho! Ho!

Well the sugar-plums dance
As the reindeer prance,
and I’m…

Dancing With My Elves!
Ho! Ho! Ho!

Christmas, 1992, Los Angeles

To Ride


I face the cold morning, and imagine the journey ahead.
Warm here, but beyond the rimed pane of glass
The chill awaits with icy teeth and hungry mouths
Ever willing to find or gnaw their way through my layered defenses.

And why venture out?
Here there is food; protection from cold and damp;
Light to chase away the demons;
And comfort to ease the body of its travails.

Away in its stable, my horse of plastic and iron remains cold and still
Needing only my lightest touch to spring into roaring life
Breathing fire and smoke
And ready to leap across field and hill.

I imagine it to be impatient, impervious to this blighted weather
But it knows no such feeling, nor any other.
This need to get out, to stretch into a gallop
or lope through the plodding carriages on their mundane errands
Is entirely and only mine.

14 December 2011, Sherman Oaks, California

The Madness


where has the madness gone
that walked the cold nights, in long coats
that burned our lives, then left them cold
that made us both cowardly and courageous
and allowed us to speak of what could not be said

where has the madness gone
for what fine end was it embraced
what ideals sacrificed at its split and tilted altar
what limits ignored, crossed, and left far behind

where has the madness gone
that gifted you finally your sanity
that made you the pearl of greatest price
and all others merely gems that shine but have no depth

where has the madness gone
and where must I go to find it again