I will waste all the time I can, sweeping the patio
climbing the tree and thinking of Steely Dan
and of all the money I can make selling this mistletoe
last year girls with baggies of mistletoe circulated
this year I will clean up
thing is, theirs was nice and clean, domestic, and this
is wild and scarred. Their mistletoe was soft and girly,
and mine's got scabs on its knees and zits on its back.
the idea will die on the vine, but high above the neighborhood
on the branch with the mistletoe, clutching
the power to make all the girls kiss me
I am swaying in the winter wind
and here comes a car down the street.