These holidays shall be
urge-washed to avoid a
disappointment of age –

in other auld narratives
I had buried Xmas past –
Each compress of verse

is this modern fiction [a
play on Love] – Read on
& speak out & complain

at a Daily Mail’s villainy –
an xmas jeer for sunken
refugees by white faces

over homemade lattes –
& turn away to a coast’s
path – land – I’ll re-route

to find an unlocked car
to take readers with me
from unreliable stanzas