Christmas : Naomi Henderson

December 19, 2008


Naomi Henderson


‘Tis the season to be eaten

windows stuffed, stomach

like a hollow nut

take another nip.

Drinking whisky, smoking old butts

five coats thick and stinking all over.

Shifty Eyes, no one

meets the gaze           

of a crazy.


Waking up to a dog pissing

shifting uneasy

in my sack of skin.

Now it’s his territory.

Girls in furs window shop

thick fingers fumble

to stand me up. A sideways tilt

and I’m down again, stumbling

from sleep to sleep

my life’s been cheap.

The city lights buzz like a lullaby.