Poem of the Week

Welcome to the "poem of the week," a new series
designed to keep me writing and to hopefully keep
you entertained in the process.
The first poem is a post-holiday tribute to a moribund
tradition.

I Miss Office Christmas Parties

I miss office Christmas Parties
where even the bookkeeper
got a little nuts
and the quiet guy
down the hall
regaled me with stuff
he’d been holding in
since he was
a choirboy in Missouri
with no one on his side
but the Lord,
like how his mother
would saunter
‘round the house
naked
and how much he
hated his boss
which I didn’t take
personally
knowing everything
would be back to normal
in the morning.