~  Blue, Blue Christmas ~

As night tints the sky

Christmas and neon lights

lay down their glow

streaking across dirty back streets

as  the sounds of a bluesy sax

leaks  through shutters  

moaning low

The lonely put on their best

roaming the local bars

looking for love

in  back corners under neon stars

They are like tissue paper

between  pages of emotional fires

and uncomplicated stages

where no more is required

behind closed doors,

 but the occasional fling

where fire and passions soar

Turning out the lights

till dawn begins a new day

and reality slaps your face

You indulge in tawdry passion, midnights way

where blood boils hot and illusions win

finding a warm partner

and willing lips made for sin

Inviting oblivion

for a few delusional hours

hiding under the blanket of darkness

before misconception sours

in the arms of a stranger

Falsely cloaking emotions,

in holiday cheer

always running in place 

to escape  the loneliness of tears

and confronting  yet another

 Blue, Blue  Christmas

© December 2007

Carole Mathys