barreling through the days,
throwing wisecracks like firecrackers
over my shoulder,
never watching where i'm walking,
lamp-posted.
barreling. in a barrel.
it's dark and warm,
here inside my shell.
merriment: lacquered?
SOAKING.
baklava me, layer and drench me
until i am merry through and through,
honeyed, rich, and shining.
