The faint shadow of a spider’s web
flaps in the top left corner of the living room
hanging half-tattered holding the hollow carcass
of a horse fly green shimmering skin fragments
hypnotize me, body rocking incandescent light
almost floating Christmas tinsel adorning
lint caught in my beard, a bald circle
reveals my true age,

Unintruded, unwanted, forgotten
allowing a season to elapse without visit
to preserver without touch- the snow
has vanished to rain to hot dust to wind
to snow again without hearing one word
that hasn’t left my own lips

Alone like a roach crawls across the carpet floor
entwined in the strains of fabric, vibrating tentacles
grace the path immediately ahead, so small
the tinnier I become the bigger the Earth is
my chair spreads out to a universe all it own
no wall, mountain or blindness can impede
my sight when I close my eyes
let the spots float across
unconcerned how time may lead
at the point I leave the daydream

Wrapping paper from a pizza box
blows wrinkled beneath the coffee table
where other trash has gathered
like left-over pieces of the presents
from people I imagine warm this occasion
genuine laughter crackles the leaves
in a cigarette sweeten holiday season
the carolers walk by this house
without stopping, walking by the unlit
door- the dim blue electric burn
of a television from a second story window
walking through nearly on the tips of their toes
so not to disturb the shadow occasionally
lurking inside, singing till the voices one by one
fall into the distance, my ears presses against the wall
to hear a few others trapped between the frames
of my house