i paid You a visit <br />9.30pm - Christmas saint <br />with a tree, packed rags <br />tags, bags, togs, clogs, pressies <br />and smithereens splintered <br />in heavy breadcase. marched <br />stomping heavy legs barren <br />on cracking snow, freeze <br />crystallizes my nerves- my <br />nerves sliced juices <br />of all parts<br /><br />Michael Witkowski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/saint-pressies/
