12/25/11 A Moment's Rest

And in that next morning, I did awaken.
From dreams of crazed eventide fears.
Of campus buses and exams long missed,
To locales exotic and tastes amiss.
Of oddities and trufflelumps,
This memory doth remind;
That the one who has had them,
Is less than sane inside.

And so when he does awaken (at 4 o' clock no less),
The bitter taste of solitude relinquishes from the rest.
But memories past and present both,
Are here to stay for good.

And so from me to you and all of yours,
One general wish transpires.
I do say good sir and gentle madam, that on this fine day to be had,
May you enjoy it with those so dear and find that your desires have appeared.

Happy Holidays!