A Falling Fool

Glossy crinkling wrapping paper covers

the corner of the living room like a snowy

mountain side.

Except, this night is more than a common

cold night for this season.

Seeing the tree towering over this mini

village of boxo-mania is congested

in sprinkle-like-lights that reflect

off of my shiny eyeballs.

I become a dazed dude

with gumball machine eyes

glued wide open so I never lose

sight of this moment. Holding

that instance for as long as I can.

My eyes rip closed as I squeeze my eyelids

tight, and begin rubbing around the socket

to ease my burning dry eyes. I can still see

the image in the darkness formed by the back

of my eyelids. My brows lift up to help

my eyelids flicker open, but the picture

has changed completely.

The beautiful boxes are shredded, opened, and

emptied, without surprises. Everyone is

wrapping this dull paper into a ball only to clean

up a room whose lights were slowly glowing down.

“What the fuck happened?”

I thought in my

McDonalds nourished-mind.

20 years, a polished palate, and some birthday

experiences later, and I catch that

Christmas night glimmer

after any celebration.

Confetti falls harder when it rains

on sunny days that were meant to honor

main characters.

But, when confetti rains from heavenly heights,

then, and only then, will pictures carved out from

my thoughts come to life with more surprises

than those that come in boxes.