#73 (bliss factory)


photo credit: Matthias Geh

screaming serenity

from every pore

a smile is born

and frozen in time

bliss factory

wide open doors

spreading cheer

like a virus


wooden booths

painted like old huts

selling bric-a-brac

and liquid mirth

in the name

of a long-dead


the sacred

had been sacrificed

long ago

on the altar

of shiny trinkets

nothing counts

but this years’


forced felicity


under a new god

who takes and takes

and never fulfills

his promises

I am building

a shrine

cinnamon, cloves and

a poet’s heart

spicy blood

dripping through

my fingers

and a wish

upon my lips

*30th November

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