Santa Claus in Exile #12

He divides his provisions
and calls himself an island.
Signs are posted on the beach:
Everything Must Go:
An open suitcase displays
mismatched socks and mistletoe.
Name Your Price:
A wreath made of plastic
six-pack rings and loaded dice.
Swim At Your Own Risk:
A rusty bottle opener kept
company by a crossed out list.
He settles back in the shade
to wait for customers;
sharks circle his gray matter.
After the fifth umbrella drink,
Santa goes on a shopping spree
and buys up the littered landscape.
At these prices, he thinks
who needs to change, why wait
to supply demands.
Amelia Martens


Amelia Martens

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