Card #6: Wild Card ft. Joe

Joe

Do you remember me?

I sat upon your knees,

I wrote to you with childhood fantasies.

                             Joe,

                             Grown Up Christmas List

Childhood is like music heard in a dream;

Curtailed air played upon a single-reed woodwind.

But the Daylight chucks

The night perfumes of childhood

Like lawn furniture after a windstorm.

Here I stand, looking out on Memory.

He trundles in, old Reality in his wake and in full bloom.

Like nosy senile neighbors I wish would die soon

‘Cause nothing’s as tragicomic as a Christmas morning

You wake up to, to find you ain't the kid you used to be.

No more Christmas eve performance before a congregation;

Too big for the knees of Santa Claus.

Ha! Ha! What Santa Claus?

Your mental repertoire’s been rearranged by adult education.

This Christmas, if I could have one wish;

One moment to lust wistfully,

I’d ask one minute in the sneakers of the child I used to be.

Eneh