I get it now.
Drunk relatives scattered around the house, snoring loudly.
How we gather like an infected tribe.
It's a holiday, banal and prescribed.
I will do my best to be there soon, when I can escape my silly life.
I can read a room.
I can see behind your eyes slightly.
You feel everything as you are in tune with the skein of vibrations infiltrating the gloom.
A friend of the family may drop by in time to festoon a garland, a chain, complete with a noose for good measure.
Kevin M. Hibshman has had poems published in many journals and magazines world wide.In addition, he has edited his poetry zine, Fearless, since 1990 and is the author of sixteen chapbooks including Love Sex Death Dreams (Green Bean Press, 2000) and Incessant Shining (Alternating Current, 2011).
Cease To Destroy from Whiskey City Press.
His current book is Lost Within The Garden Of Heathens also from Whiskey City Press and currently available through Amazon.
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