I drove to the mall today,
the only place to buy
razor blades, and contended
with a heap of madness.
People everywhere seeking to
keep firm the design as money
went for money’s method and
I merely the Good News(Gillette) .
I spoke to several shoppers along
with some clerks in a most
apt expression, yet my silence
provoked silent reproach and even
audible utterance inferring “Merry
Xmas Humbug and we like you too! '
I showed them how to “marry” Christmas
in a precise witness of Jesus.
They didn’t know him, not one!
I went home and shaved for
clean skin along with my
…clean countenance.
(12-24-07)
It sounds strange, but I don't know that I've ever actually even seen a razor blade in real life, but they have such powerful symbolism in poetry. I did see my grandfather's straight razor when I was young (I believe that was what it was called, you could fit little blades in it, razor blades I believe, so maybe I did see them. Nice read, L&T
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
clean skin along with my …clean countenance Merry christmas!