Christmas in Damascus
When, underneath your hair,
all your skin has gone scabby
and dry, run for gin --
the Dutch spirit is rife
with juniper oil, and the
power of the conifer
is noted in Scandinavian texts
with lots of consonants in their titles.
And in your evergreen
health, every green roof
in rural Maryland will both
contrast and camouflage
itself in the wide
and verdant December
of our warm new millennium.
And in the library a long cat sits
with scabby skin,
waiting to be discovered
by the intrepid librarian --
the first awake
in this gray Atlantic morning.
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wicked.
I've re-visited this a few times trying to imagine what I would make of it if I was unfamiliar with the green roofs of Damascus, a gin-drinking mother, a scabby grey cat, and a library rife with high and low culture and a guide to the Psychedelic Eucharist.
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