A happy Christmas poem

I put it all on overkill
if that don’t
make ’em smile
nothing will.

In all of this,
these mass creations
I can’t seem to make and only
short term relationships.

When I sink
I do it big time,
twenty fathoms down the line
and when I know it’s a mistake
I pass another fake, a breaking
that heart note, take note, please.

Carpet burns on bended knees and
thank you
in the dark,
lights and nights with strangers.
on the booze and in the park
I sink again.

it’s no Angel that heralds anything at all,
it’s just me that screams
Geronimo and
I let go
I fall.

© 2015, John Smallshaw.