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
fake
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
of
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.

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

© 2015, John Smallshaw.