Slam the Christmas Carols Against Bukowski's Chest

slam the Christmas carols

against Bukowski’s chest

throw the glittering stars

down the drain of sarcasm

we need to shatter screens

of happy ending stories

take a gulp of fish oil

no coating, no morphine

just bitterness on cells,

electrocuting senses

steel guitar strings

cutting through fingers

while the soul contorts

like a lighted match

heating for a second

the ash of other lives.