MY LITTLE CHRISTMAS PACKAGE

Just for now—

I want to dream

Shamelessly now—

I also want to scream

No facts to find; no situational crisis

Once in a while it just makes me feel good inside

And if that’s too hard for you to fathom a thought

Then, please, condemn me to that place that just makes me

Whine & whimper in my mind

You know—that place we all dread

And it’s said, “to each is own”—because one’s perception is completely subjective; for “that place” that only exists in one’s head.

Just for now—

I want out of this nightmare!

I’m dwelling in that place again—

Even though the doctors said not to—

Because of all the dreamers it might scare!

The Red gives off a pretty aroma—

And the Black—for it can be just the same

The Yellows fear the White; and the Green stands to fight

There is one in pure segregation; for it’s the Blues that intrigue me as the Black does the night

I believe it’s the Blues that go unspoken; but surely it can’t be me—

The one who must choose?

For my color-blindness puts me at an advantageous disadvantage

As it constructs many oxymoron & delivers them as tiny Christmas Packages

So, just for now…I will slowly fall fast-asleep

And no matter where I awake—I’ll take this along—for this message I will keep

                                                                 DEREK LAVIS  12/03/2009