jerome moore - Holiday fire

Out on the diving board above shimmering stars,
stars burning on brandy and excelsior.
I watch the shoppers skate the icy slopes of meaningless
slippery and melting down into their tracks.
the clergy just left on the A train
and carolers have turned into junkies.
Why must we be plugged into a network
our minds sucked dry like batteries to our devices
what ever happened to fire?

jerome moore

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